The Truant Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Truant



Listen! 'tis the Rain
Coming home again;
Not as when he went away,
Silent, but in tears to say
He is sorry to have gone
With the Mist that lured him on;
And he promises anew
Nevermore the like to do.
Alas! no sooner shines the sun
Than the selfsame deed is done.

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