THE MIRROR
Themirror held your Fair, my Fair,A fickle moment’s space;You looked into mine eyes and thereFor ever fixed your face.Keep rather to your Looking GlassThan my more faithful eyes.It told the truth. Alas! my lass!My constant memory lies.
Themirror held your Fair, my Fair,A fickle moment’s space;You looked into mine eyes and thereFor ever fixed your face.Keep rather to your Looking GlassThan my more faithful eyes.It told the truth. Alas! my lass!My constant memory lies.
Themirror held your Fair, my Fair,A fickle moment’s space;You looked into mine eyes and thereFor ever fixed your face.
Themirror 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 GlassThan my more faithful eyes.It told the truth. Alas! my lass!My constant memory lies.
Keep rather to your Looking Glass
Than my more faithful eyes.
It told the truth. Alas! my lass!
My constant memory lies.