John Bannister Tabb
In Touch - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
How slight soe'er the motion be,
With palpitating hand
The gentlest breaker of the sea
Betrays it to the land.
And though a vaster mystery
Hath set our souls apart,
Each wafture from eternity
Reveals thee to my heart.
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