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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST ANCHOR, by JOHN BANISTER TABB Poet's Biography
First Line: Ah, sweet it was to feel the strain
Last Line: Unquiet aches in cankering rest.
Alternate Author Name(s): Father Tabb
First Line: Ah, sweet it was to feel the strain
Last Line: Unquiet aches in cankering rest.
Alternate Author Name(s): Father Tabb
Ah, sweet it was to feel the strain,
What time, unseen, the ship above
Stood steadfast to the storm that strove
To rend our kindred cords atwain!
To feel, as feel the roots that grow
In darkness, when the stately tree
Resists the tempests, that in me
High hope was planted far below!
But now, as when a mother's breast
Misses the babe, my prisoned power
Deep-yearning, heart-like, hour by hour,
Unquiet aches in cankering rest.
Other Poems of Interest...
AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB
AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB
EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB
INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB
THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB
THE SISTERS by JOHN BANISTER TABB
THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB
TO SHELLEY by JOHN BANISTER TABB