 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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TO MY LAMP.
Companion of my vigil, silently,At midnight, when the voiceful world is still,
Alone with me thou watchest. Peaceably
Thy radiance stems the darkened tide and chill
That floods the outer prospect. On thy ray
Night's foamless torrent breaks not, but retires
As from a charmed circle, far away,
To glooms beyond. E'en so, Promethean fires,
Within my throbbing temples, fed of pain,
Resist the powers around them—wild desires,
Fevered of passion, as the troubled main
That slumbers not. Thy task with morn expires,
But nought to me of respite brings the day,
Till life is wasted, as thine oil, away.
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