My Photograph Poem by John Bannister Tabb

My Photograph



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.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success