[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
THE GLEANER |
[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||
THE GLEANER
Lo, silence, like a roving beeUpon her daily round,
To fill the hive of memory
Despoils each blossom-sound,
And winters, as the past devours
Whate'er the present yields,
The promise of immortal flowers
For time's unfallowed fields.
[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb | ||