John Banister Tabb



The Peak

by John Banister Tabb

As on some solitary height
Abides, in summer's fierce despite,
Snow-blossom that no sun can blight,
No frost can kill;
So, in my soul, -- all else below
To change succumbing, -- stands aglow
One wreath of immemorial snow,
Unscattered still.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
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