Mirror Mirror
Where the bells peal far at sea
Cunning fingers fashioned me
There on palace walls I hung
While that Consuelo sung
But I heard, though I listened well
Never a note, never a thrill
Never a beat of the chiming bell
There I hung and looked [and looked]
So awhile I glowed, and then
Fell on dusty days and men
Long I slumbered packed in straw
Long I none but dealers saw
Till before my silent eye
One that sees came passing by
But I heard, though I listened well
Never a note, never a thrill
Never a beat of the chiming bell
There I hung and looked, and there
In my gray face, faces fair
Shone from under shining hair
Well I saw the poising head
But the lips moved and nothing said
[Nada]
Now with an outlandish grace
To the sparkling fire I face
In the blue room at Skerryvore
Where I wait until the door
Open, and the Prince of Men
Henry James, shall come again
And when lights were in the hall
Silent moved the dancers all
In my gray face, faces fair
Shone from under shining hair
Well I saw the poising head
But the lips moved and nothing said