That mirror <br />Which makes of men a transparency, <br />Who holds that mirror <br />And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see <br />Of you and me? <br /> <br />That mirror <br />Whose magic penetrates like a dart, <br />Who lifts that mirror <br />And throws our mind back on us, and our heart, <br />until we start? <br /> <br />That mirror <br />Works well in these night hours of ache; <br />Why in that mirror <br />Are tincts we never see ourselves once take <br />When the world is awake? <br /> <br />That mirror <br />Can test each mortal when unaware; <br />Yea, that strange mirror <br />May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, <br />Glassing it -- where?<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moments-of-vision/
