Tributaries Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Tributaries



The little streams that onward flow
To mingle ere they meet the sea,
Know not that Heaven hath willed it so
Till one their waters be.


And, from their fountain heads apart,
The lives that love hath led to me,
Till heart was wedded unto heart,
Knew not their destiny.

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