 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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THE SHADOW DANCE.
She sees her image in the glass,—
How fair a thing to gaze upon!
She lingers while the moments run,
With happy thoughts that come and pass,
How fair a thing to gaze upon!
She lingers while the moments run,
With happy thoughts that come and pass,
Like winds across the meadow grass
When the young June is just begun:
She sees her image in the glass,—
How fair a thing to gaze upon!
When the young June is just begun:
She sees her image in the glass,—
How fair a thing to gaze upon!
What wealth of gold the skies amass!
How glad are all things 'neath the sun!
How true the love her love has won!
She recks not that this hour will pass;
She sees her image in the glass.
How glad are all things 'neath the sun!
How true the love her love has won!
She recks not that this hour will pass;
She sees her image in the glass.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |