The Breeze Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Breeze



Thro' thee the ocean knows
The fragrance of the rose;
And inlands, far away,
The blossom of the spray.


Thro' thee, to every wave
A whisper of the grave;
And to each grave a sigh
Of Life that cannot die.

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