John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Matins - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Still sing the Morning Stars remote
With echoes now unheard,
Save in the scintillating note
Of some dawn-wakened bird

Whose heart-a fountain in the light-
Prolongs the limpid strain
Till on the borderland of Night,
The Stars begin again.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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