Becalmed Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Becalmed



The bar is crossed: but Death-the pilot-stands
In seeming doubt before the tranquil deep;
The fathom-line still trembling in his hands,
As when upon the treacherous shoals of sleep.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: death,sleep
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