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THE YOUNG TENOR by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: I WOKE; THE HARBORED MELODY
Last Line: UPON THE PORTAL OF HER LIP.
I woke; the harbored melody
Had crossed the slumber bar,
And out upon the open sea
Of consciousness afar
Swept onward with a fainter strain,
As echoing the dream again.

So soft the silver sound and clear
Outpoured upon the night,
That silence seemed a listener
O'erleaning with delight
The slender moon, a finger-tip
Upon the portal of her lip.



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