(With a hand-glass)
A picture-frame for you to fill, A paltry setting for your face, A thing that has no worth until You lend it something of your grace I send (unhappy I that sing Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing Less charming than you are yourself.
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass, And look you in the face to-night.
1869.
