 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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MAMMY
I loved her countenance whereon,Despite the longest day,
The tenderness of visions gone
In shadow seemed to stay.
And now, when faithless sight is fled
Beyond my waking gaze,
Of darkness I am not afraid,—
It is my Mammy's face.
| Later poems by John B. Tabb | |