The Mirror Of Reality

One face looks out from all his canvases,

One self same sits or walk or lean

We found her hidden just behind those screens

That mirror gave back all her lovelines

A queen in opal or in ruby dress

A nameless girl in freshest summer—green

A saint an angel every canvas means

The same one meaning, neither more nor less

He feeds upon her face by day and night

And she with true kind eyes look back at him

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light

Not wan with waiting not with sorrow dim

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream