Methinks I see your mirror frame, <br /> Ornate with photographs of them. <br />Place mine therein, for, all the same, <br /> I'll have my little laughs at them. <br /> <br />For girls may come, and girls may go, <br /> I think I have the best of them; <br />And yet this photograph I know <br /> You'll toss among the rest of them. <br /> <br />I cannot even hope that you <br /> Will put me in your locket, dear; <br />Nor costly frame will I look through, <br /> Nor bide in your breast pocket, dear. <br /> <br />For none your heart monopolize, <br /> You favour such a nest of them. <br />So I but hope your roving eyes <br /> Seek mine among the rest of them. <br /> <br />For saucy sprite, and noble dame, <br /> And many a dainty maid of them <br />Will greet me in your mirror frame, <br /> And share your kisses laid on them. <br /> <br />And yet, sometimes I fancy, dear, <br /> You hold me as the best of them. <br />So I'm content if I appear <br /> To-night with all the rest of them.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-mirror-frame/
