 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE WATER-LILY.
Whence, O fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?
Art thou from the snowy zone
Of a mountain-summit blown,
Or the blossom of a dream,
Fashioned in the foamy stream?
Of a mountain-summit blown,
Or the blossom of a dream,
Fashioned in the foamy stream?
Nay; methinks the maiden moon,
When the daylight came too soon,
Fleeting from her bath to hide,
Left her garment in the tide.
When the daylight came too soon,
Fleeting from her bath to hide,
Left her garment in the tide.
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