Noche Triste Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Noche Triste



The night that bore me to my dead,
Along the dreary way
The meadow-frogs in chorus said,
'We sing the vanished day;
Think not that life is all with you:

Her
night hath stars and voices too.'

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