John Bannister Tabb

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Beneath the dome of Yesterday,
My buried Self I see--
Of Time a portion passed away,
And nevermore to be.

Beneath lo, morrow's dome, a breath
Of unawakened Morn,
I wait nativity--of Death
Or Life a babe unborn.

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