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Sat 10 May, 2003 06:32 am
Every Time I See My Pansies
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Nicholas Gordon
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.
Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears,
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.
Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.
As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
John Banister Tabb (1845-1909)
Mammy
1 I loved her countenance whereon,
2 Despite the longest day,
3 The tenderness of visions gone
4 In shadow seemed to stay.
5 And now, when faithless sight is fled
6 Beyond my waking gaze,
7 Of darkness I am not afraid --
8 It is my Mammy's face.
Notes
1] Jinny, his black nursemaid (Jennie Masters Tabb, Father Tabb: His Life and Work [Boston, Mass.: Stratford, 1922]: 8).
5] Father Tabb became totally blind in 1908.
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Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.
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