Photographed
by John Banister Tabb
For years, an ever-shifting shade
The sunshine of thy visage made;
Then, spider-like, the captive caught
In meshes of immortal thought.
E'en so, with half-averted eye,
Day after day I passed thee by,
Till suddenly, a subtler art
Enshrined thee in my heart of heart.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston