John Bannister Tabb
An Incubus - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Sobbed the Blotter to the Ink,
'Though your every word I drink,
Your broken lines alone are my reward.'
'The truth,' said he, 'you've spoken;
And no wonder they are broken
When you press me so incessantly and hard.'
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