Wayfarers
By John Banister Tabb
O Comrade Sun, that day by day
Dost weave a shadow on my way,
Lest, in the luxury of light,
My soul forget the neighboring night: --
Wilt thou whene'er, my journey done,
Thou wanderest our path upon,
Bear in thy beams a memory
Of one who walked the world with thee,
Or mourn, amid the lavishness
Of Life, one hovering shade the less?
Source Book
Poems
by John Banister Tabb
Copyright 1855
Published by Boston: Ticknor And Fields