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THAT mirror / Which makes of men a transparency, / Who holds that mirror / And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see / Of you and me?
That mirror / Whose magic penetrates like a dart, / Who lifts that mirror / And throws our mind back on us, and our heart, / Until we start?
That mirror / Works well in these night hours of ache; / Why in that mirror / Are tincts we never see ourselves once take / When the world is awake?
That mirror / Can test each mortal when unaware; / Yea, that strange mirror / May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, / Glassing it-where?