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DreamyRobert Smithdas

Mirror

When I was a child, I used to stand With a broken mirror in my hand, And watch my laughing image pass In and out of the shining glass. It seemed mysterious and strange To watch the bright, clear surface change, And behold within a tiny space A perfect portrait of my face. If I could hold it here once more, And look into it as before, I wonder if I still would see A faint resemblance of Me?
DreamyRobert Smithdas

Retrospect

I hear with my heart the songs that were familiar When I was just a child with their music on my lips; Sad songs and glad songs, that now have fallen silent; Marching-songs and love-songs, and songs of men and ships. I see with my soul the seasons changing places, From the white time of winter to the glossy green of spring; And the smiles and the laughter of those warm, endearing faces That made my days of childhood seem such a happy thing. The weight of the years has buried them like embers, Hidden deep and glowing in the ashes of the past; But still they linger on, as my heart and soul remember The music and the beauty of the years that could not last.
InspiredRobert Smithdas

Remembered Song

In a lull of a storm I heard The clear, wild trill of a bird, Singing alone from a thicket of tall dark trees; And in the stillness its gallant treble stirred My heart with a strange peace. Spontaneously and loud, It burst through the mist and cloud Like a sudden pledge of a new and glorious day; And each courageous note rang strong and proud Over a world of gray. Then the thunder rolled again, And a torrent of wind and rain Rushed down from the sky, and its song was lost in the night: But in my heart the echo of its refrain Sang on with new delight. And still it sings through the strife
RomanticRobert Smithdas

A Pair of Blue Eyes

I remember seeing, somewhere in a crowd, A pair of blue and candid smiling eyes, Filled with bright light, and calm serenity, And gazing out upon the world of change With rapture, and the curiousness of life. They shone like mirrors; and in their depths I saw Wisdom and kindness, wonder, laughter, love, As if the soul behind them pressed itself Against the sunshine of the afternoon And the warm colors of that day in spring. I have forgotten dreams of childhood, And locked so many secrets in my heart, But always I remember how I saw Those smiling eyes, so large and luminous, That twinkled out a life like two blue stars.

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