John Bannister Tabb
At The Last - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Little squirrel in the tree,
Faithless other friends to me,
Therefore to the birds and thee
Have I come.
Men have reason; ye have love
-Gift all other gifts above-
Proving what, alas, to prove
They are dumb.
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