 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE PYRAMIDS.
Amid the desert of a mystic land,Like Sibyls waiting for a doom far-seen,
Apart in awful solitude they stand,
With Thought's unending caravan between.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
Like Sibyls waiting for a doom far-seen,
Apart in awful solitude they stand,
With Thought's unending caravan between.