Compensation
By John Banister Tabb
How many an acorn falls to die
For one that makes a tree!
How many a heart must pass me by
For one that cleaves to me!
How many a suppliant wave of sound
Must still unheeded roll,
For one low utterance that found
An echo in my soul!
Source Book
Poems
by John Banister Tabb
Copyright 1855
Published by Boston: Ticknor And Fields