Author John Banister Tabb How full of phantoms are the days That shorten as they go! Along the once frequented ways, Alas, are none I know! Lone relic of reality, I too a phantom fain would be. 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