John Bannister Tabb
My Photograph - Poem by John Bannister 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.'
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