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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY HEART WAS A MIRROR, THAT SHOWED EVERY TREASURE, by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL Poet's Biography Last Line: All the beauty that mary threw carelessly there Subject(s): Grief | |||
My heart was a mirror, that showed every treasure Of beauty and loveliness life can display; It reflected each beautiful blossom of pleasure, But turned from the dark looks of bigots away; It was living and moving with loveliest creatures, In smiles or in tears, as the soft spirit chose; Now shining with brightest and ruddiest features, Now pale as the snow of the dwarf mountain-rose. These visions of sweetness for ever were playing, Like butterflies fanning the still summer air; Some sported a moment, some, never decaying, In deep hues of love are still lingering there: At times some fair spirit, descending from Heaven, Would shroud all the rest in the blaze of its light; Then wood nymphs and fays o'er the mirror were driven, Like the fire-swarms that kindle the darkness of night. But the winds and the storms broke the mirror, and severed Full many a beautiful angel in twain; And the tempest raged on, till the fragments were shivered And scattered, like dust, as it rolls o'er the plain: One piece, which the storm, in its madness, neglected Away, on the wings of the whirlwind, to bear, One fragment was left, and that fragment reflected All the beauty that MARY threw carelessly there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE I HAVE FOLDED MY SORROWS by BOB KAUFMAN THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A TULIP BLOSSOMED, ONE MORNING IN MAY by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL |
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