THE MIRROR IN THE DESERTED HALL.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
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?
