“A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes. The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies; While wakes the nodding blossom But just too late to see What lip hath touched her bosom And drained her rosary.” BirdsHummingbirdsJohn B TabbThe Hummingbird Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.” HeartPainSilenceColdEvolutionShadowCloudsSparksAshesRaptureDuskLarks Book:Poems by John B Tabb Source: Poems by John B Tabb
“Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.” FountainHushHermitsHush HushThrush Author:John B. Tabb
“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 in me is found, - A life-complete in death-complete to die.” ShouldDiesFoundLossPerfectGainsFruitRoundsSeedsShould ISprung Author:John B. Tabb
“A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.” FlowerFlashLightningRainbowMistHummingSunbeamsHummingbirds Book:Poems by John B Tabb Source: Poems by John B Tabb
“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 nothing for me?” SaidWonderfulPrayingTaxesSummerBlueSurpriseSizeHoneyBeesVioletCollectingJulyDewEyeglasses Author:John B. Tabb
“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.” FaithStarsWaitingLonelinessFlowerPromiseEvidenceBlueCloudsBreatheSeedsDespiteReverenceUnseenDewFeeling Lonely Author:John B. Tabb
“Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?” TreeWindWinterGhostSnowNakedFallenMourningFlakesFallen Leaves Book:Poems by John B Tabb Source: Poems by John B Tabb
“Alas! dear Joy, the merriest, is dead. But I have wed Peace ; and our babe, a boy, New-born, is Joy.” JoyBornBoysDearAlasBabe Book:Poems by John B Tabb Source: Poems by John B Tabb