On Reading the Poems of Father Tabb

By George Sterling

So airy sweet the fragile song,
    I deemed his visions true,
And roamed Edenic vales along,
    Lit by celestial dew.

Illusive gleamed the timeless bow'rs;
    The winds and streams were such
As Eve had mourned—but ah, the flow'rs!
    Too delicate for touch!

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