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THE DEWS by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: WE COME AND GO AS THE BREEZES BLOW
Last Line: IN THE EASTERN SKIES.
Subject(s): CLOUDS;
We come and go as the breezes blow,
But whence or where
Hath ne'er been told in the legends old
By the dreaming seer.
The welcome rain to the parching plain
And the languid leaves,
The rattling hail on the burnished mail
Of the serried sheaves,
The silent snow on the wintry brow
Of the aged year,
Wends each his way in the track of day
From a clouded sphere;
But still as the fog in the dismal bog
Where the shifting sheen
Of the spectral lamp lights the marshes damp,
With a flash unseen
We drip through the night from the starlids bright
In the sleeping bowers,
And deep in their breast is our perfumed rest
Through the darkened hours;
But again with the day we are up and away
With our stolen dyes,
To paint all the shrouds of the drifting clouds
In the eastern skies.



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