John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

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:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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