English poem
With A Mirror
by Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
Carved by a swarthy knave Close by the Adrian wave Came I to being. To me a soul he gave, In gold he did me lave, To suit your seeing.
Mine is a pleasant life, Jove bless his flashing knife, Who wrought my living. For me nor care nor strife, Joys in my days are rife, Joys of your giving.