Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Reaper

Tell me whither, maiden June,
Down the dusky slope of noon
With thy sickle of a moon,
Goest thou to reap.

"Fields of Fancy by the stream
Of night in silvery silence gleam,
To heap with many a harvest-dream
The granary of Sleep."

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. The Sun
3. The Pleiads
4. A Legacy
5. An Insectarian

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