In The Funereal Parade

In the funereal parade The march goes on and on. The sunset has switched off The red dusk is now gone. And night rules sovereign Started the parade at dusk And it continued in to night And yellow-black in the moon’s light. Ghost after ghost, shroud after Shroud, all wail aloud. The towns, the port, the sea sleep The old Valletta forts sobbing weep. One after one in chains bound The ghosts and shrouds without a sound March, march, on goes the night Humans asleep or lovers out of sight. And solemn the airy-fairy band plays Funereal dirges and elegiac lays. One after one in chains bound The ghosts and shrouds without a sound Silence! Silence! Long is the way And far the Dawn and the new day. The march continues though the wind Rain and tempest rise and rattle round. And till the Dawn The march goes on and on. The sunset has switched off The red dusk is now gone. And night rules sovereign Till the Dawn.