 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE STRANGER.
He entered; but the mask he wore
Concealed his face from me.
Still, something I had seen before
He brought to memory.
Concealed his face from me.
Still, something I had seen before
He brought to memory.
“Who art thou? What thy rank, thy name?”
I questioned, with surprise;
“Thyself,” the laughing answer came,
“As seen of others' eyes.”
I questioned, with surprise;
“Thyself,” the laughing answer came,
“As seen of others' eyes.”
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |