Classic Poem

I.

Look on this glass at midnight's hour,
For then some fairy lends it the power
To shew to a lover's anxious eyes,
A sight not soon effac'd or forgot,
And disclose, if the nymph for whom he sighs,
Wears a heart that is his alone or not.

II.

Breathe but the name, and if she's sincere,
The mirror remains all cloudless and clear;
But, should she be false, a gathering cloud
Will startle the lover's anxious gaze, —
It ascends while he speaks her name aloud,
And obscures the mirror's brightest rays.
Then look on this glass, &c.