John Banister Tabb

Poems (7)

• Anonymous

  Anonymous—nor needs a name / To tell the secret whence the flame, …

• Clover

  Little masters, hat in hand / Let me in your presence stand, …

• The Departed

  They cannot wholly pass away, / How far soe’er above; …

• The Druid

  Godlike beneath his grave divinities, / The last of all their worshippers, he stood. …

• The Sisters

  The waves forever move; / The hills forever rest: …

• The Water-Lily

  Whence, o fragrant form of light, / Hast thou drifted through the night, …

• To Shelley

  at shelley’s birth, / The Lark, dawn-spirit, with an anthem loud …