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WORDS from the mirror softly pass / To the curtains with a sigh: / "Why should I trouble again to glass / These smileless things hard by, / Since she I pleasured once, alas, / Is now no longer nigh!"
"I've imaged shadows of coursing cloud, / And of the plying limb / On the pensive pine when the air is loud / With its aerial hymn; / But never do they make me proud / To catch them within my rim!
"I flash back phantoms of the night / That sometimes flit by me, / I echo roses red and white- / The loveliest blooms that be- / But now I never hold to sight / So sweet a flower as she. "