 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
102
AN APRIL BLOOM.
Whence art thou? From what chrysalis
Of silence hast thou come?
What thought in thee finds utterance
Of dateless ages dumb—
Outspeeding in the distance far
The herald glances of a star
As yet unseen?
Of silence hast thou come?
What thought in thee finds utterance
Of dateless ages dumb—
Outspeeding in the distance far
The herald glances of a star
As yet unseen?
Wast thou, ere thine awakening here,
In other realms a-bloom?
Or swathed in seamless cerements
Of immemorial gloom,
Till now, as Nature's pulses move,
Thou blossomest, a breath of Love,
Her lips between?
In other realms a-bloom?
Or swathed in seamless cerements
Of immemorial gloom,
Till now, as Nature's pulses move,
Thou blossomest, a breath of Love,
Her lips between?
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |