Consecration

John Bannister Tabb

 Next Poem          

The Twilight to my Star,
Her hoary head
A Hope receding far,
To Life re-led.


Apart and poor I lay;
My fevered frame
Slow withering away,
When soft she came,


From comfort, to my care;
And Pity sweet
Subdued her, kneeling there,
To kiss my feet.


A Magdalen adored
Her God in Thee:--
A greater love, O Lord,
Anointed me.

Next Poem 

 Back to John Bannister Tabb

To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.