And lo did I wish for a glimpse
A glimpse within the looking glass
Not at myself, but at just beyond
And lo did I lean in and behold! now
Now has the mirror cracked
Cracked for my too-strong desire
A desire to hold what was just beyond
To squeeze it close to my breast and relinquish it never
How sweet she is! How lovely!
But crack not o, mirror!
Let me lean in and hold that sweet and lovely which I so desire
Let me hold close to my breast that which is just beyond
Let me hold her without her cracking
Let me touch that which is perfection and leave not a finger mark nor scratch nor strand of hair
Let me love her without changing that which makes her perfect