Poems by John B. Tabb | ||
40
THE CHORD.
In this narrow cloister boundDwells a Sisterhood of Sound,
Far from alien voices rude
As in secret solitude
Unisons, that yearned apart,
Here, in harmony of heart,
Blend divided sympathies,
And in choral strength arise,
Like the cloven tongues of fire,
One in heavenly desire.
Poems by John B. Tabb | ||