Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="40"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>The Magic Mirrors</p> <p>In the dim mirrors of imagination,<br/> I watch the silent dancing of my soul . . .<br/> I watch her as she dances with my dreams . . .<br/> See how she takes innumerable disguises,<br/> And hides her beauty behind many masks,<br/> And how, sometimes, she seems to laugh and sing,<br/> . . . And weep . . . and call upon the unknown Gods . . .<br/> But not one mirror has betrayed her voice,<br/> Or shown to me the secret of her face . . .<br/> O silent dance of sorrow and delight,<br/> My heart grown tired with watching, turns away,<br/> To make perhaps a little passionate song<br/> Out of the shadows of immortal things . . .</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />