Here you will find thePoemBody And Soulof poet Lesbia Harford
Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robes from Tyre? Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire. On one of the walls A looking glass Catches my image as I pass. Austerely from mirrored eyes, I see The soul of the past look out at me.
