Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||
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Fade not yet, O summer day,
For my love hath answered yea.
Keep us from the coming night,
Lest our blossom suffer blight.
For my love hath answered yea.
Keep us from the coming night,
Lest our blossom suffer blight.
Fear thou not: if love be true,
Closer will it cleave to you;
'Tis the darkened hours that prove
Faith or faithlessness in Love.
Closer will it cleave to you;
'Tis the darkened hours that prove
Faith or faithlessness in Love.
Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||