Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her! <br />But now she visioned herself here; <br />Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her <br />What a man might, a man's lips near <br />The shell of her soft ear. <br />But too cold thing that could not capture <br />The blush of beauty, as it were! <br />When a man's heart with dreamy rapture <br />Would at the least, least touch of her <br />Feel all his pulses stir.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-glass/
