In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
And pray, who are you?" Said the Violet blue To the Bee, with surprise, At his wonderful size, In her eyeglass of dew. "I, madam," quoth he, "Am a publican Bee, Collecting the tax Of honey and wax. Have you… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
Alas! dear Joy, the merriest, is dead. But I have wed Peace ; and our babe, a boy, New-born, is Joy. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
“A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes. The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies; While wakes the nodding… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I, But, sprung at once to beauty's perfect round, Nor loss nor gain nor change… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture,… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
And pray, who are you?" Said the Violet blue To the Bee, with surprise, At his wonderful size, In her eyeglass of dew. "I,… — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
