There’s A Funereal Music

There’s a funereal music There’s a funereal music in the church In the church by the sea And its night And lap the waves the water-seas There’s the funereal church Lighted Lighted up And I saw Figures dressed Few as Hedgehogs Few as Squirrels Few as Ants Few as Glow-worms Few as Bats, Owls, Nightingales Few as the rest of Animals and plants And the rest Wore all mourning masks In the choir sang Masked Nightingales! Ah civilization here be not As the civilization as the day! And yet In the civilization of the Night At night My brain in sub-conscious Might Dreamt Immortality and its Principles, Saw the universes expand without a Big Bang Discovered Principles of the mass Universe that great Newton set aside; So many more, so many more! Lines, prose, drama, epic, lyric All grew their seeds in The civilization of the night In Me To revolutionize and re-write In Me The civilization of the day I touched Evolution with my hand And I felt mightier than Had I touched the heavens with My hand And it was night The civilization of the night It was, My Monsignor, the civilization of the night!