Eyes that have long looked on the world,

Taken and stored the soul of outward things,

Dread to look on themselves,

In the mirror to gaze upon their mirrorings!

There to behold what time has done, what thought

Has changed their look and light.

I have lost my face through sorrow and dreams

And dare not find it, lest it smite

This self to-day, since I may not restore

My old self who in gladness without terror

Beheld and knew myself

Each morning in the mirror!

In the long quest of love I may have found

A spirit after whom my passion lusted.

But I had trust not giving love,

I have given love to hearts I have not trusted.

One thing has come that I would never see,

Hidden or trembling in my eyes:

Love in the mirror shown fatigued and mild,

Hopeless and wise.