Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Spy

  Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
  "O little maid, how late you are!"
  "I couldn't rise from my couch," quoth she,
  "While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me."

1. Close Quarters
2. Garnered
3. A Duet
4. The Pleiads
5. A Legacy

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