Thou lingerest between A flower withdrawn, And — what thou ne'er shalt see — A blossom yet to be When thou art gone.


The Poetry of Father Tabb, Nature — Miscellaneous, The Seed


Thou lingerest between A flower withdrawn, And — what thou ne'er shalt see — A blossom yet to be When thou art gone.

Thou lingerest between A flower withdrawn, And — what thou ne'er shalt see — A blossom yet to be When thou art gone.

Thou lingerest between A flower withdrawn, And — what thou ne'er shalt see — A blossom yet to be When thou art gone.

Thou lingerest between A flower withdrawn, And — what thou ne'er shalt see — A blossom yet to be When thou art gone.