John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

Wayfarers

by John Banister Tabb

O Comrade Sun, that day by day
Dost weave a shadow on my way,
Lest, in the luxury of light,
My soul forget the neighboring night: --
Wilt thou whene'er, my journey done,
Thou wanderest our path upon,
Bear in thy beams a memory
Of one who walked the world with thee,
Or mourn, amid the lavishness
Of Life, one hovering shade the less?

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Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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