The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Mirrored
MIRRORED
When lone and solitaire within your chamber, With lamp unlit, as evening shades unroll,If you reveal the trail your thoughts are taking, I then may read the riddle of your soul.
For it is then, the tired mind unveiling, Drifts stark into the holy after-glow,Within the hour of quiet meditation, The tidal thoughts, like limpid waters, flow.