Ave: Sidney Lanier
by John Banister Tabb
Ere Time's horizon-line was set,
Somewhere in space our spirits met,
Then o'er the starry parapet
Came wandering here.
And now, that thou art gone again
Beyond the verge, I haste amain
(Lost echo of a loftier strain)
To greet thee there.
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston