Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Fog

The ghost am I
Of winds that die
Alike on land or sea,
In silence deep
To shroud and keep
Their mournful memory.

A spirit white
I stalk the night,
Or, shadowing the skies,
Forbid the sun
To look upon
My noonday mysteries.

1. Garnered
2. A Blind Man's Epitaph
3. The Sun
4. The Vampire Moon
5. Consecration

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