The Inn of Dreams/The Magic Mirrors
The Magic Mirrors
In the dim mirrors of imagination,I watch the silent dancing of my soul . . .I watch her as she dances with my dreams . . .See how she takes innumerable disguises,And hides her beauty behind many masks,And how, sometimes, she seems to laugh and sing,. . . And weep . . . and call upon the unknown Gods . . .
But not one mirror has betrayed her voice,Or shown to me the secret of her face . . .O silent dance of sorrow and delight, My heart grown tired with watching, turns away,To make perhaps a little passionate songOut of the shadows of immortal things. . .