Desert-Orbs Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Desert-Orbs



The world, they tell us, dwindles,
When matched with other spheres;
And yet in all their amplitudes
No place for human tears.


How sterile is the sunshine,
How masculine the blue,
That breeds no shadow, nor betrays
A memory of dew!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success