Spectators (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Around us, wheresoe'er we tread,The while our shadows pass them by,As in Bethsaida's porch the deadWith upturned faces lie,Dreading, perchance, ...
Around us, wheresoe'er we tread,The while our shadows pass them by,As in Bethsaida's porch the deadWith upturned faces lie,Dreading, perchance, ...
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