Here you will find the Poem Her Glass. of poet Robert Crawford
Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her! But now she visioned herself here; Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her What a man might, a man's lips near The shell of her soft ear. But too cold thing that could not capture The blush of beauty, as it were! When a man's heart with dreamy rapture Would at the least, least touch of her Feel all his pulses stir.
