John Banister Tabb



The Captives

by John Banister Tabb

Apart forever dwelt the twain,
Save for one oft-repeated strain
Wherein what Love alone could say
They learned and lavished day by day.

Strangers in all but misery
And music's hope-sustaining tie,
They lived and loved and died apart,
But soul to soul and heart to heart.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston