Poem by Alan Alexander Milne

The Mirror

Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . .
And all the water was at ease. 

1. Explained
2. Rice Pudding
3. In the Fashion
4. Twice Times
5. Come Out with Me

Dante Rossetti The Mirror ("SHE knew it not:—most perfect pain")

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