John Bannister Tabb
Noche Triste - Poem by John Bannister Tabb
The night that bore me to my dead,
Along the dreary way
The meadow-frogs in chorus said,
'We sing the vanished day;
Think not that life is all with you:
night hath stars and voices too.'
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