Ebony and Crystal/The Mirrors of Beauty
THE MIRRORS OF BEAUTY
Beauty hath many mirrors: multifoldIn ocean, or the foam, the gem, the dew,Or well and rivulet, her eyes renewWith moon or sun their glories bright or cold,—Whether in nights the ruby planets hold,Or with the sombre light and icy hueOf skies Decembral, or the autumn's blue,Or dawn or evening of the vernal gold.
Often, upon the solitary sea,She lieth, ere the wind shall gather breath—One with the reflex of infinity.In pools profounder for the twilight sky,Her vision dwells, or in the poet's eye,Or the black crystal of the eyes of Death.