John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

To A Wood-Robin

by John Banister Tabb

Lo, where the blooming woodland wakes
From wintry slumbers long,
Thy heart, a bud of silence, breaks
To ecstasy of song.

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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