My flowers are reflected My flowers are reflected In your mind In your mind As you are reflected in your glass. As you are reflected in your glass. When you look at them, When you look at them, There is nothing in your mind There is nothing in your mind Except the reflections Except the reflections Of my flowers. Of my flowers. But when I look at them But when I look at them I see only the reflections I see only the reflections In your mind, In your mind, And not my flowers. And not my flowers. It is my desire It is my desire To bring roses, To bring roses, And place them before And place them before you In a white dish. In a white dish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CRACKED BELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MR. CROMEK TO MR. STOTHARD by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD FRAGMENT OF AN ORATORIO FROM THE BOOK OF JOB by THOMAS CAMPBELL |