I looked in a mirror
And all I saw
Was the pitiless scar
Of Time's sharp claw.
But over a candle
I looked in your eyes
And there, reflected
To my surprise
Was a lovely person . . .
Unflawed . . . soignée . . .
So you'll be my mirror
After to-day!
Portrait
She's sure of herself
Safe as the Mint.
And her soul is made
Of flowered print!