Here you will find thePoemHe looks in my heart and the image thereof poet Lesbia Harford
He looks in my heart and the image there Is himself, himself, than himself more fair. And he thinks of my heart as a mirror clear To reflect the image I hold most dear. But my heart is much more like a stream, I think, Where my lover may come when he needs to drink. And my heart is a stream that seems asleep But the tranquil waters run strong and deep; They reflect the image that seems most fair But their meaning and purpose are otherwhere. He may come, my lover, and lie on the brink And gaze at his image and smile and drink While the hidden waters run strong and free, Unheeded, unguessed at, the soul of me.
