The Peak Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Peak



As on some solitary height
Abides, in summer's fierce despite,
Snow-blossom that no sun can blight,
No frost can kill;
So, in my soul,-all else below
To change succumbing,-stands aglow
One wreath of immemorial snow,
Unscattered still.

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