Hall of Mirrors
What colour-tossing facet of the Earth's
Most precious gem could give out more visions
Than the sight of you? In each long night's birth
Of dreams, there are treasures of elysian
Streams, and each dreaming drop is like a glass
Turned upon its brother. Halls to halls send
Their light as far as sight will see, and pass
Still further towards their eternity. Lend
You this describing to my heart. With your
Face the only light, know then that I see
With one vision of you more and yet more,
And yet more again of graceful beauty
Than from all the rest of sweet life combined.
Your dear grace, and my heart, how well they're rimed.