In the tired face of the mirror There is a blue curtain reflected. If I could lift the reflection, Peer a little beyond, I would see A boy crying Because his sister is ill in another room And he has no one to play with: A boy listlessly scattering building blocks, And crying, Because no one will build for him the palace of Fairy Morgana. I cannot lift the curtain: It is stiff and frozen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS CLORINDA AND DAMON by ANDREW MARVELL THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |