On An Island
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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On an island the waters wave
And go.
And in the night the palms
Through their reeds
Flute sounds low
And humming over
The sacred hills and low.
On the island
Not far from the sea
Most places gone
On a sacred island.
Fear not!
The mists are friendly
And the chill
Just haunting.
Temples for centuries
Have long arisen
Rains, chill, winds
On them all
They battled wild
And raw.
Yet
On the island be sweet
Recompense:
Soft spring, wild
Summers on the go
Temples for centuries.
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