SHE sees her image in the glass, -- How fair a thing to gaze upon! She lingers while the moments run, With happy thoughts that come and pass, Like winds across the meadow grass When the young June is just begun: She sees her image in the glass, -- How fair a thing to gaze upon! What wealth of gold the skies amass! How glad are all things 'neath the sun! How true the love her love has won! She recks not that this hour will pass, -- She sees her image in the glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 78 by ALFRED TENNYSON DAY AND NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |