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Rh That another glass had shown Fair a face as hath my own.’ So the early morning Found me still adorning, Going from the glass with pride, Coming back unsatisfied. Vain for love's sweet sake to be Surely is no vanity.

Lo! my love was not my love. Stonily my heart cried: ‘Take a fool for master, Turn, brain, O faster, While the jingling bells repeat Much the chaff and little wheat. Behind a pair of soul-lit eyes You a soul would fain surprise. None wise as he you ne'er could know, Because a sweet tongue tells you so. All his deeds were done before; All his thoughts a borrowed store. Said I, “He is heaven-sent With his thinking brows so bent,” This false light that made my day Was the sun's reflected ray, Dancing broken on the wave Of ignorance, nor can I save