John Banister Tabb



The Reaper

by John Banister Tabb

Tell me whither, maiden June,
Down the dusky slope of noon
With thy sickle of a moon,
Goest thou to reap.

Fields of Fancy by the stream
Of night in silvery silence gleam,
To heap with many a harvest-dream
The granary of Sleep.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston