Through the Museum <br />I stroll, and see <br />Goblets fashioned in Arcady, <br />Spears from the Islands, and robes from Tyre— <br />Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire. <br />On one of the walls <br />A looking glass <br />Catches my image as I pass. <br />Austerely from mirrored eyes, I see <br />The soul of the past look out at me.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/body-and-soul-4/
