Soothsayers Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Soothsayers



The winds that, gipsy-wise, foretold
The fortune of to-day,
At twilight, with the gathered gold
Of sunset, stole away:


And of their cloud accomplices
That prophesied the rain,
Upon the night-forsaken skies
No vestiges remain.

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