The mirror held your fair, my Fair,
A fickle moment's space.
You looked into mine eyes, and there
For ever fixed your face.
Keep rather to your looking-glass
Than my more constant eyes:
It told the truth - Alas! my lass,
My faithful memory lies.
The Mirror
Hilaire Belloc
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Poem topics: memory, mirror, space, truth, moment, face, constant, glass, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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