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-2/
