<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Glass.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her!<br>But now she visioned herself here;<br>Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her<br>What a man might, a man's lips near<br>The shell of her soft ear.<br>But too cold thing that could not capture<br>The blush of beauty, as it were!<br>When a man's heart with dreamy rapture<br>Would at the least, least touch of her<br>Feel all his pulses stir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506618" data-title="Her Glass. de Robert Crawford" data-description="Her glass yet holds, or seems to hold her! But now she visioned herself here; Her glass spoke truth, and fondly told her What a man might, a man's lips near The shell of her soft ear. But too cold thing that could not capture The blush of beauty, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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