John Bannister Tabb Poems

So far her head above her feet
That when the lady takes a seat
The interval 'twixt hip and knee
The length of Lapland seems to be.
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As Israel, in days of old,
Beneath the prophet's rod,
Amid the waters, backward rolled,
A path triumphant trod;
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If what I have sung-
Stirred the heart of a youngster,
'Twill not be in vain
That I rattled my brain.
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Said Frog papa to Frog mamma,
'Where is our little daughter?'
Said Frog mamma to Frog papa,
'She's underneath the water.'
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He cannot as he came depart-
The Wind that woos the Rose;
Her fragrance whispers in his heart
Wherever hence he goes.
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I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal Trees,
And they uplifted me.
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You look, like Grandpa, very old;
And that is why, no doubt,
Your skin is shrivelled by the cold,
And all your teeth are out.
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O God, the cleanest offering
Of tainted earth below,
Unblushing to thy feet we bring-
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Time shut the door, and turned the key;
And here in darkness (woe is me!)
I wait and call in vain:
He will not come again!
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Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then, a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence,
Then, a lark;
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