To A Photograph

by John Banister Tabb

O tender shade!
Lone captive of enamoured Light,
That from an angel visage bright
A glance betrayed.

Dost thou not sigh
To wander from thy prison-place?
To seek again the vanished face,
Or else, to die?

A shade like thee,
Dim Eidolon -- a dream disproved --
A memory of light removed,
Behold in me!