Robert Louis Stevenson > A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods > XVIII. The Mirror Speaks
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894).  A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods.  1913.
XVIII. The Mirror Speaks

WHERE the bells peal far at sea 
Cunning fingers fashioned me. 
There on palace walls I hung 
While that Consuelo sung; 
But I heard, though I listened well,         5
Never a note, never a trill, 
Never a beat of the chiming bell. 
There I hung and looked, and there 
In my grey face, faces fair 
Shone from under shining hair.  10
Well I saw the poising head, 
But the lips moved and nothing said; 
And when lights were in the hall, 
Silent moved the dancers all. 
So awhile I glowed, and then  15
Fell on dusty days and men; 
Long I slumbered packed in straw, 
Long I none but dealers saw; 
Till before my silent eye 
One that sees came passing by.  20
Now with an outlandish grace, 
To the sparkling fire I face 
In the blue room at Skerryvore; 
Where I wait until the door 
Open, and the Prince of Men,  25
Henry James, shall come again. 



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