The Mirror

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.

by Hilaire Belloc

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Lovely and very expressive
A great poem with deep meaning inculcated with utmost simplicity and rich rhythm and rhyme. Thanks for sharing it here.
A small but a very beautifully worded poem.
You looked into mine eyes, and there For ever fixed your face. - wonderful poem
nice poem. well written
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