The Mirror Of Reality
The Mirror Of Reality
One face looks out from all his canvases,
One self same sits or walk or lean
We found her hidden just behind those screens
That mirror gave back all her lovelines
A queen in opal or in ruby dress
A nameless girl in freshest summer—green
A saint an angel every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less
He feeds upon her face by day and night
And she with true kind eyes look back at him
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light
Not wan with waiting not with sorrow dim
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream