John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

The Water-Lily

by John Banister Tabb

Whence, O fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?

Art thou from the snowy zone
Of a mountain-summit blown,
Or the blossoms of a dream,
Fashioned in the foamy stream?

Nay; methinks the maiden moon,
When the daylight came too soon,
Fleeting from her bath to hide,
Left her garment in the tide.

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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