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.




English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru