John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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