My Birth-Chamber Poem by John Bannister Tabb

My Birth-Chamber



When first I wakened from the night,
Within that lonely room,
Methought in exile lived the Light
That left me in the goom-
Its destiny henceforth to be
With memories apart from me.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,lonely,memories
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