The Broken Mirror

In my chamber of gloom and sadness, A broken mirror lies; It gleams with a boding madness, Like the light from a thousand eyes; And I know not what evil spirit Hath spread its sombre wing, That my fate should ever merit So sad a happening.

Oh, once its case of amber Flashed a glory o’er the walls! But now in my dreary chamber The sunlight never falls; For shattered and broken forever Lies that mirror on the floor, And the peace I once knew shall never Return to my bosom more!

In my heart so dim and lonely A broken mirror lies In the dust of dead hopes, which only Recalls forgotten sighs; And forever a spell enthralls me, And a longing fills my breast, And a spirit voice now calls me To the valley of unrest.