I bide mine hour, when thou,
Beloved, far away,
As unto sleep shalt bow
Submissive to my sway.
The clouds that, floating, seem
Unpiloted and free,
Obedient to the stream,
Move onward to the sea;
And under Love's control,
Despite the opposing tide,
The current of thy soul
Is setting to my side.
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I'm randoming poems and I hit on another elegant piece. Tabb I know, I posted all the poems to his author page, wrote his bio and added the pic and background. So, I spent a lot of time on Tabb. Some of his pieces I don't care for but that's because of the anecdotal nature to them but this one, like the last one, has a elegance to it; especially the last verse.
A good piece Tabb has written here.
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