In you
The mists of magic turn
Transforming to the depths
The pitch of sadness:
Rise
Rise inhabitants of the ancient
Wealds ancient and old:
Rise
Your bones strew in the depths
Of tree-roots rise and go
Charm, charm, sadness of verse
The head is bent
The mouth eating black bread
The lips sipping drear water
Emmanuel George Cefai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charm-charm-sadness-of-verse/
