It is not I they love Although they think they love me, It is that picture of themselves they see As though a mirror hung above me. I can reflect them with a grace That lets them talk and makes them shine, And if they tell their troubles to me I do not bother them with mine. It is not I they love, there is no I Except for you who have me for your own, And for the rest my heart may hide or seem A thing as light as snow, as still as stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 22 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MURDERER'S HAUNTED COUCH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |