 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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WHISPER.
Close cleaving unto Silence, into soundShe ventures as a timorous child from land,
Still glancing, at each wary step, around,
Lest suddenly she lose her sister's hand.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
She ventures as a timorous child from land,
Still glancing, at each wary step, around,
Lest suddenly she lose her sister's hand.