 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE STAR TO THE WATCHER
Farewell! I may not meet thee till the day
Hath passed away;
But in the bosom of the noontide sea,
I'll dream of thee.
Hath passed away;
But in the bosom of the noontide sea,
I'll dream of thee.
Alike are we the votaries of Night;
A voice hath said,
Let there for other worshippers be light,
For lovers, shade.
A voice hath said,
Let there for other worshippers be light,
For lovers, shade.
| Later poems by John B. Tabb | |