Classic Poem

" Girl, gazing in the crystal pool,
What see you there to make you merry? "
" I see within the waters cool
My image — very like me, very. "
" You find it beautiful? "
" Indeed I do. "
" And that is why you're glad? "
" Why, certainly.
" My beauty, 'tis, — face, form, and hue —
That holds Sebastian dead in love with me. "
" Girl, so fair and frank and pure,
Sebastian's dying now to net you:
God grant that he may not forget you
If dies your beauty as the lure. " ...

" Poor woman gazing in the crystal pool,
What's there so saddening to see? "
" I see mine image shining cool
In its transparency. "
" And is it beautiful?
" No longer; no. "
" And that is why it makes you sad? "
" Yes; even so.
Sebastian's love lifts up to fret me:
My beauty gone, he doth forget me. "
" Poor woman! Tho' you weep and weep,
Tho' life may of your peace take toll:
Learn that the only love that's deep
Is that which rises from the soul. "