John Bannister Tabb

Benighted

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Her mistress would not have her stay;
And so the fair hand-maiden, Day--
My Hagar--banished from my sight,
Has left me to her rival, Night.


But still she lingers in the glow
Of life above us and below:
The stars my Sarah's progeny;
My Hagar's, sands beside the sea.

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