 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
DEDICATION.
As waters from the lowliest valleys breatheTheir tribute vapors to the mountain height,
Where each, anon, transfigured of the light
Enkindles all the parent wave beneath;
So, these my misty reveries I wreathe,
And waft them to the summit of thy sight,
Till in that sunshine, shriven from the night,
A mirrored benediction they bequeathe.
For long thy lordly Eminence hath stood
Among the favored of the Olympian Nine,
Upon whose ear thy psaltering voice renewed
The ancient echoes of the classic shrine,
Whereon the while my tottering steps intrude,
Fain would I place a timorous hand in thine.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |