John Banister Tabb



The Humming-Bird.

by John Banister Tabb

A flash of harmless lightning,
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:

While wakes the nodding blossom,
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston