Author John Banister Tabb So near me dwells my neighbor DeathThat e'en what Silence ponderethHe catches word for word,And promises, some future day,To visit me upon his way,And tell what he has heard. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments