The Rainbow

John Bannister Tabb

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What fruit of all thy blossom shed
Remaineth unto me?
"A dream, whereon thy Fancy fed,
Shall spin anon her golden thread,
And then, of fetters free,
Arise with radiant pinions spread,
To heights of Poesy."

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