John Bannister Tabb
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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