Reflection
- Beverly Stock
- Jul 14, 2021
- 1 min read
A poem by Beverly Stock.

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Wise and grave was the reflected face,
A youth-grown man in a mirrored space;
While the wayworn face now quite shy,
Grew gentler-lipped and shadowy-eyed;
He heard a low whisper naming him.
That sound from the world's end vast and dim,
Where the sun went wandering out so far
Through a gate in the mountain left ajar,
The sea birds love, and the land birds flee,
The youth-grown man found eternity.
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