John Banister Tabb



The Lake

by John Banister Tabb

I am a lonely woodland lake:
The trees that round me grow,
The glimpse of heaven above me, make
The sum of all I know.

The mirror of their dreams to be
Alike in shade and shine,
To clasp in Love's captivity,
And keep them one -- is mine.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston