Her Glass.

Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her!
But now she visioned herself here;
Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her
What a man might, a man's lips near
The shell of her soft ear.
But too cold thing that could not capture
The blush of beauty, as it were!
When a man's heart with dreamy rapture
Would at the least, least touch of her
Feel all his pulses stir.

by Robert Crawford

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Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry; 30 I'll gie ye my bonie black hen, 31 Gif ye will advise me to marry 32 The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. I enjoyed this line