The Magic Mirror makes not nor unmakes, Charms none to sleep nor any from sleep wakes; It only giveth back the thing it takes. It is the heart's own cheer that makes it glad, And one's own bitterness will drive him mad; It needeth not that other help be had. The Mirror maketh none to rise or fall; To him that hath not doth no portion call; To him that hath is freely given all. They see themselves who look in Fortune's face; Unto the sad is sadness Heaven's grace, And to the souls that love is love's embrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE CHILDREN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY |