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|(I) In Ireland|
A mirror faced a mirror: ire and hate|
Opposite ire and hate; the multiplied,
The complex charge rejected, intricate,
From side to sullen side;
One plot, one crime, one treachery, nay, one name,|
Assumed, denounced, in echoes of replies.
The doubt, exchanged, lit thousands of one flame
Within those mutual eyes.
|(II) In “Othello”|
A mirror faced a mirror: in sweet pain|
His dangers with her pity did she track,
Received her pity with his love again,
And these she wafted back.
That masculine passion in her little breast|
She bandied with him; her compassion he
Bandied with her. What tender sport! No rest
Had love’s infinity.
|(III) In Two Poets|
A mirror faced a mirror: O thy word,|
Thou lord of images, did lodge in me,
Locked to my heart, homing from home, a bird,
A carrier, bound for thee.
Thy migratory greatness, greater far|
For that return, returns; now grow divine
By endlessness my visiting thoughts, that are
Those visiting thoughts of thine.
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