John Bannister Tabb
Mutation - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
Till comes the crescent Moon,
We worship each a Star;
But in the region of Noon,
Alike forgotten are
The lesser and the larger light
That ruled the destinies of Night.
Anon, the darkness near,
Within their dim domain
To Memory appear
The twilight Gods again;
And Reverence beneath their sway
Forgets the Sovereignty of Day.
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