John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

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:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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