<SPAN name="THE_MIRROR"></SPAN>THE MIRROR.<br/>
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Slow-moving moonlight once did pass<br/>
Across the dreaming looking-glass,<br/>
Where, sunk inviolably deep,<br/>
Old secrets unforgotten sleep<br/>
Of beauties unforgettable.<br/>
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But dusty cobwebs are woven now<br/>
Across that mirror, which of old<br/>
Saw fingers drawing back the gold<br/>
From an untroubled brow;<br/>
And the depths are blinded to the moon,<br/>
And their secrets forgotten, for ever untold.<br/>
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