Look In This Glass

Look in this glass, and tell me if you can see a little devil in; But, I`m afraid you cannot do it today, so let it pass; Another day`s impatient breath, another person you have seen: So let your lazy shadow lying in the powdered grass; Ask the old King Lear to let you comb his long white beard; Enjoy this frozen sky in which ancestors’ eyes met old mystery; Multitudes of aged persons so fond of the white tomb, I heard As being hung by white dreams of self-love, and cold posterity; Matusalemes of great expectations still live gloriously in thee. Bring the white seasons for other tomorrow learning to smile; So through the windows of this misunderstood freedom, you see Despite of wrinkles of our earth and heaven, this is patience`s time. But if you have seen the little devil in the mirror, this could be The old tempter moving a mountain, from other realm for thee...