John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Compensation - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

How many an acorn falls to die
For one that makes a tree!
How many a heart must pass me by
For one that cleaves to me!


How many a suppliant wave of sound
Must still unheeded roll,
For one low utterance that found
An echo in my soul!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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