To a Discarded Mirror
[TN: Mirror Image Translated below.]
Dear glass, before your silver pane
My lady used to tend her hair;
And yet I search your disc in vain
To find some shadow of her there.
I thought your magic, deep and bright,
Might still some dear reflection hold:
Some glint of eyes or shoulders white,
Some flash of gowns she wore of old.
Your polished round must still recall
The laughing face, the neck like snow—
Remember, on your lonely wall,
That Helen used you long ago!