John Banister Tabb



My Star

by John Banister Tabb

Since that the dewdrop holds the star
The long night through,
Perchance the satellite afar
Reflects the dew.

And while thine image in my heart
Doth steadfast shine;
There, haply, in thy heaven apart
Thou keepest mine.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
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