John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Fugitives - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

To-night, far inland from the sea,
The winds, a frighted Legion, flee
With wailings of distress;
While Cataracts from many a steep
Plunge, headlong, foaming to the deep,
To drown their restlessness.


Anon, where each has passed away,
The shaken reed, the scattered spray.


Comments about Fugitives by John Bannister Tabb

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



[Report Error]