For Once Lagos slept at Night:
All wailing and warbling In Great Fear!
Epidemic turned Pandemic Frightened men.
Oscillating circumstances of Uncertainties and Lockdown, ...
Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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