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a mirror in an idle hand,

I chanced to breath thereon,

When through the film there gleamed

A sudden face that seemed

Hers I had made my own

Once in that far-off sunny stranger land,

Once, and once only, had I held her, kissed

Her eyes that through her hair

Shone starlike, lit with heat

From fires that throbbed and beat

In her brown bosom bare,

Long blanch'd since then beneath Time's nether mist.

Rh