Words of a Mirror to a Beautiful Lady, Poem by Charles Cros

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
What do you want me to say
To your exquisite little face?
Laugh, rose, brainless one.

I am a little mirror,
I am made of glass and tin’
But your eyes and your complexion
Light up at seeing you.

Sorrows, the worst troubles,
I chase away all sad thoughts;
I want (an artist’s tic)
To reflect only your smiles.

Charles Cros

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