Genevieve Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Genevieve was all to me,
Heart to heart we toiled together;
Shade in summer heat was she,
Sunshine in the cloudy weather.
Now alas, no more to me,
Genevieve is dead.


Genevieve was fair as May,
Eyes that dreamed the light of heaven,
Locks whereon the life beams lay;
E'en in death to her were given
Sunshine sped in clouds away,
Genevieve is dead.


Genevieve, not all in vain
Fell thy sands of life before me,
Hope in every golden grain,
Star-like glimmers to allure me
To a life beyond the main,
To a love not dead.