Had I not, for its reminder
A true beauty's, a worth's true
Held this out, as assuringly
For her entitled snatched view
Never would it have left a hand
That mirror! With which rill-sides'
Sad, half drowned self-query of
Iris's 'Attract, I? ' hides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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