I cross the mirror, the mirror crosses me
A dried mist from an empty sea
Brine remains on my lips
Lost from sunken ships!

The mirror, O mirror, reflections I can't see
Is that really? Really me?
Once there was sweet rosehips
The boon of drunken trips!

Dearest mirror; I am you, you are me
From each other we are not free
Time wielded like a whip
The marrs of brinkmanship!

Sad mirror I can not nev'r ev'r flee
Three eyes that can not see clearly
From bottom to the tip
There must be cracks and chips!

Lady mirror, filmy fog, can it be
So unclear? Is this really me?
Or have I just lost my grip?
No other page to flip?

My mirror, my mirror, so cold and hoary
The last line of the last story
Quite a storm of a quip
A last page I must rip!

Mirror of my mirror, when life does bore me
Hell's Heav'n is transitory
Ev'ry drop that you drip
Ev'ry slide, ev'ry slip!