Still, still the barge moved on and on <br />its slow moves through the waters skimmed <br />with motion silent more than silent waves: <br />the night fell slowly on the town and port <br />dull eerie distant the lights shone: <br />but still and still the still barge moved and moved. <br />The moon shone slowly; without a wind <br />The cloudless heavens gazed and stared. <br /> <br />as in a regal funeral the still barge moved <br />and on and on it moved all soundless quite <br />over the skimmed waters lapping gently white <br />without a noise in that funereal gloom: <br />without a pilot moved it, without a sailor <br />the still barge moved on and on and on. <br /> <br />And in that gloom, the gloom as of itself <br />To pilot the still barge seemed; or else <br />By hands invisible unseen the barge <br />Moved on its voyage in the horrid calm <br />The stars seemed full to hide; the wind <br />Moved not; and in the night restless <br />The bosom of the sea lay tall and flat. <br /> <br />But still the barge moved on in stillness <br />As if its sorrow great it stifled in some mode <br />Unseen and hidden in that frightful dark; <br />No light shone on the main; no path appeared <br />Yet the still barge moved on and on and on: <br />The stars seemed full to hide; the wind <br />Moved not; and in the restless night <br />The bosom of the sea lay still and flat.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-still-the-barge-moved-on-and-on/
