 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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HER PILOT
Death seemed afraid to wake her;
For, traversing the deep,
When home he came to take her,
He kept her fast asleep.
For, traversing the deep,
When home he came to take her,
He kept her fast asleep.
And, haply, from her dreaming
Of many a risk to run
She woke, with rapture beaming,
To find her voyage done.
Of many a risk to run
She woke, with rapture beaming,
To find her voyage done.
| Later poems by John B. Tabb | |