John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

Regret

by John Banister Tabb

What pleading passion of the dark
Hath left the Morning pale?
She listens! 'T is, alas, the Lark,
And not the Nightingale!
O for the gloom-encircled sphere,
Whose solitary bird
Outpours for Love's awakening ear
What noon hath never heard!

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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