A Presence Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Presence



As on the lids of slumber lies a dream,
Or fragrance on the petals of a flower,
Or on the bosom of the deep, a beam
At twilight's nuptial hour,
So with me, in the soul of Silence, thou Abidest now.

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