“I Look into My Glass”
I look into my glass,And view my wasting skin,And say, “Would God it came to passMy heart had shrunk as thin!”
For then, I, undistrestBy hearts grown cold to me,Could lonely wait my endless restWith equanimity.
But Time, to make me grieve;Part steals, lets part abide;And shakes this fragile frame at eveWith throbbings of noontide.
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