 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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BENIGHTED
Her mistress would not have her stay;
And so the fair hand-maiden, Day—
My Hagar—banished from my sight,
Has left me to her rival, Night.
And so the fair hand-maiden, Day—
My Hagar—banished from my sight,
Has left me to her rival, Night.
But still she lingers in the glow
Of life above us and below:
The stars my Sarah's progeny;
My Hagar's, sands beside the sea.
Of life above us and below:
The stars my Sarah's progeny;
My Hagar's, sands beside the sea.
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