Love's Treacherous Pool
("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.") [XXVI., February, 1835.] Young maiden, true love is a pool all mirroring clear, Where coquettish girls come to linger in long delight, For it banishes afar from the face all the clouds that besmear The soul truly bright; But tempts you to ruffle its surface; drawing your foot To subtilest sinking! and farther and farther the brink That vainly you snatch - for repentance, 'tis weed without root, - And struggling, you sink!
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"("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.")..."
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