John Banister Tabb



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.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston