Cliffs Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Cliffs



For ever face to face,
As towered of old
Within the Holy Place
The wings of gold.


One heralding the day
With kindled crest;
One reddened with the ray
That fires the west.


The bosom-vale between
Alike their own;
To each a heaven unseen,
A world unknown.

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