TO MINNIE
(WITH A HAND-GLASS)
| A picture-frame for you to fill, A paltry setting for your face, A thing that has no worth until You lend it something of your grace, I send (unhappy I that sing Laid by a while upon the shelf) Because I would not send a thing Less charming than you are yourself. And happier than I, alas! (Dumb thing, I envy its delight) ’Twill wish you well, the looking-glass, And look you in the face to-night. 1869. |