[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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THE BRIDE ELECT |
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THE BRIDE ELECT
When God created man,
Of destiny so dim,
And deigned His work to scan,
Behold, He pitied him;
Nay, more, for love of him began
A greater mystery to plan.
Of destiny so dim,
And deigned His work to scan,
Behold, He pitied him;
Nay, more, for love of him began
A greater mystery to plan.
Within the sleeper's brain,
His waking hours to bless,
Was born—alas! in vain—
A dream of loveliness
That ne'er Omniscence had known
In light of shadeless heaven alone.
His waking hours to bless,
Was born—alas! in vain—
A dream of loveliness
That ne'er Omniscence had known
In light of shadeless heaven alone.
This vision of the night
The Image-Maker caught
And for his soul's delight,
A revelation wrought
Out of the dreamer's open side—
Flesh of his flesh—a virgin bride.
The Image-Maker caught
And for his soul's delight,
A revelation wrought
Out of the dreamer's open side—
Flesh of his flesh—a virgin bride.
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