I Suffer
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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I suffer
when I see the firs and oaks
in Hastings Gardens open to
the blasts of so many
storms.
There
even the crackling of a thunder
fear spreads.
And
in the lightning shines and then
goes dark again
the monument in the garden
yet
in serene nights of moon
kindly and pitying plays
the moon-light.
Even in dread are Hastings Gardens
beautiful.
Even in wildest storms and gales
are Hastings Gardens magnificent
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