Things are the mind’s mute looking-glass-
That vase of flowers, this work-box here,
When false love flattered me, alas,
Glowed with a beauty crystal clear.
Now they are hostile. The tulip’s glow
Burns with the mockery of despair;
And when I open the box, I know
What kind of self awaits me there.
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