 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
53
A FLEETING GUEST.
Through the foul arch of night,
On airy pinions white,
It came to me,
And, in the smile of day,
All beautiful it lay,
Yet pale to see.
On airy pinions white,
It came to me,
And, in the smile of day,
All beautiful it lay,
Yet pale to see.
“Whence comest thou?” I cried;
A silence soft replied:
“From regions vast—
The ocean gave me birth,
And thence through heaven to earth
My spirit passed.”
A silence soft replied:
“From regions vast—
The ocean gave me birth,
And thence through heaven to earth
My spirit passed.”
As o'er an elfin bright,
I bent with strange delight,
But all too near;
For, lo! my breathing warm
Dissolved the magic charm
Into a tear!
I bent with strange delight,
But all too near;
For, lo! my breathing warm
Dissolved the magic charm
Into a tear!
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |