 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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CLIFFS
For ever face to face,
As towered of old
Within the Holy Place
The wings of gold.
As towered of old
Within the Holy Place
The wings of gold.
One heralding the day
With kindled crest;
One reddened with the ray
That fires the west.
With kindled crest;
One reddened with the ray
That fires the west.
The bosom-vale between
Alike their own;
To each a heaven unseen,
A world unknown.
Alike their own;
To each a heaven unseen,
A world unknown.
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