A SYREN, with her mirror bright, <br /> His ear enchants; and while he listens, <br />His image on his dazzled sight, <br /> A very jewel gleams and glistens. <br /> <br />Ah, could he peer into yon brook, <br /> Or into any heart that knows him, <br />He'd find the thing that met his look, <br /> Was not the pearl the Witch-Glass <br /> shows him!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witch-glass/
