 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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DEJECTION
The sun is gone; & the forsaken sea—Her glance a tear
Wherein all depths of tenderness appear—
Looks back at me,
Where I upon the strand,
The centre of the lone horizon, stand
Forlorn as she,
To know that when her darkness drifts away
Mine own must stay.
| Later poems by John B. Tabb | |