The Mid-Day Moon Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Mid-Day Moon



Behold, whatever wind prevail,
Slow westering, a phantom sail-
The lonely soul of Yesterday-
Unpiloted, pursues her way.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,wind
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