Author John Banister Tabb Around us lies a world invisible, With isles of Dreams, and many a continent Of Thought, and isthmus Fancy; where we dwell Each as a lonely wanderer intent Upon his vision; finding each his fears And hopes encompassed by the tide of Tears. 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