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...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 6 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT |