My Photograph
By John Banister Tabb
My sister Sunshine smiled on me,
And of my visage wrought a shade.Behold,
she cried, the mystery
Of which thou art afraid!
For Death is but a tenderness,
A shadow, that unclouded Love
Hath fashioned in its own excess
Of radiance from above.
Source Book
Poems
by John Banister Tabb
Copyright 1860
Published by Ticknor And Fields, Boston
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