Glassed Sky-vanity
Brought down rainily.
For whose countenance
Sunny, self-adored
And never askance
Shyly, to enter.
Yes; that pool, puddle
Cows roundly huddle.
But child, grimacing
Who never lets up
Will, in defacing
Its image shatter.
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