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the maiden to her mirror.
Yet oft will they come to my chamber lone,
And gaze on thy glossy face;
Would I might stamp upon thee, old friend,
The features they love to trace:
But not forgotten, though all unseen,
Will the parted dear one be;
I shall dwell in faithful hearts, I ween,
Oh mirror! if not in thee.
And gaze on thy glossy face;
Would I might stamp upon thee, old friend,
The features they love to trace:
But not forgotten, though all unseen,
Will the parted dear one be;
I shall dwell in faithful hearts, I ween,
Oh mirror! if not in thee.
