The Peak
By John Banister Tabb
As on some solitary height
Abides, in summer's fierce despite,
Snow-blossom that no sun can blight,
No frost can kill;
So, in my soul, -- all else below
To change succumbing, -- stands aglow
One wreath of immemorial snow,
Unscattered still.
Source Book
Poems
by John Banister Tabb
Copyright 1860
Published by Ticknor And Fields, Boston
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