Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The Mirror

SHE knew it not:—most perfect pain
To learn: this too she knew not. Strife
For me, calm hers, as from the first.
'Twas but another bubble burst
Upon the curdling draught of life,—
My silent patience mine again.
As who, of forms that crowd unknown
Within a distant mirror's shade,
Deems such an one himself, and makes
Some sign; but when the image shakes
No whit, he finds his thought betray'd,
And must seek elsewhere for his own. 

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 44. Cloud and Wind
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 39. Sleepless Dreams
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 99. Newborn Death - 1

Alan Milne (Алан Милн) The Mirror ("Between the woods the afternoon")

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