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
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
