Sundered Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Sundered



Thou sleepest sound, and I
Anear thee lie,
Yet worlds apart:
Thou in the light of dreams;
I, where the midnight seems-
An ashen sea-
From this my world and that wherein thou art
To blot out all but me.

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