The Angel On His Harp
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The Angel on his harp
He hums
The cricket on the bough
The night he sings.
The palm slowly bends
Towards benighted seas
Millions of Spirits walk
On bewitched waters.
The black-haired boy he came
And then he went,
This night
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