Thomas Hardy - The Lament of the Looking-gla** lyrics

Words from the mirror softly pa**   To the curtains with a sigh: “Why should I trouble again to gla**   These smileless things hard by, Since she I pleasured once, alas,   Is now no longer nigh!” “I've imaged shadows of coursing cloud,   And of the plying limb On the pensive pine when the air is loud   With its aerial hymn; But never do they make me proud   To catch them within my rim! “I flash back phantoms of the night   That sometimes flit by me, I echo roses red and white -   The loveliest blooms that be - But now I never hold to sight   So sweet a flower as she.”