Upon A Harp With Face
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Upon a harp with face
Pale, wan, startled
With look stunned
He played.
His fingers were not young
His hair though black
Many a white betrayed
Some crisp and falling.
Upon his head
As he statue stood
One single lone star
And further high
A moon.
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