Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||
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HARBOURS
Full many a noonday nook I know
Where memory is fain to go
And wait in silence till the shade
Of sleep the solitude invade.
Where memory is fain to go
And wait in silence till the shade
Of sleep the solitude invade.
For these the resting-places are
Of dreams that, journeying afar,
Pause in their migratory flight
This side the continent of night.
Of dreams that, journeying afar,
Pause in their migratory flight
This side the continent of night.
Later poems by John B. Tabb | ||