The mirror held your fair, my Fair,
A fickle moment’s space.
You looked into mine eyes, and there
For ever fixed your face.
Keep rather to your looking-glass
Than my more constant eyes:
It told the truth – Alas! my lass,
My faithful memory lies.
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