Author John Banister Tabb " O DEWDROP, lay thy finger-tip Of moisture on my fevered lip, " The noonday Blossom cries. " Alas, O Dives, dark and deep The gulf impassable of Sleep Henceforth between us lies! " 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