AT first I laughed -- for it was quite An oddity to see My reflex looking from the glass Through spectacles at me. But as I gazed I really found They so improved my sight That many wrinkles in my face Were mixed with my delight; And many streaks of silver, too, Were gleaming in my hair, With quite a hint of baldness that I never dreamed was there. And as I readjusted them And winked in slow surprise, A something like a mist had come Between them and my eyes. And, peering vainly still, the old Optician said to me, The while he took them from my nose And wiped them hastily: "Jes' now, of course, your eyes is apt To water some -- but where Is any man's on earth that won't The first he has to wear?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TREES BE COMPANY by WILLIAM BARNES SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |