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I. O dim, forsaken Mirror! How many a stately throng Hath o'er thee gleamed, in vanished hours, Of the wine-cup and the song!

II. The song hath left no echo, The bright wine hath been quaffed, And hushed is every silvery voice That lightly here hath laughed.

III. O Mirror, lonely Mirror, Thou of the silent Hall! Thou hast been flushed with beauty's bloom— Is this too vanished all?