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Your mirror frame

Emily Pauline Johnson 1861 – 1913

Methinks I see your mirror frame,
 Ornate with photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
 I'll have my little laughs at them.

For girls may come, and girls may go,
 I think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
 You'll toss among the rest of them.

I cannot even hope that you
 Will put me in your locket, dear;
Nor costly frame will I look through,
 Nor bide in your breast pocket, dear.

For none your heart monopolize,
 You favour such a nest of them.
So I but hope your roving eyes
 Seek mine among the rest of them.

For saucy sprite, and noble dame,
 And many a dainty maid of them
Will greet me in your mirror frame,
 And share your kisses laid on them.

And yet, sometimes I fancy, dear,
 You hold me as the best of them.
So I'm content if I appear
 To-night with all the rest of them.

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Emily Pauline Johnson

Emily Pauline Johnson Tekahionwake commonly known as E Pauline Johnson or just Pauline Johnson was a Canadian writer and performer popular in the late 19th century Pauline Johnson was notable for her poems and performances that celebrated her aboriginal heritage One such poem is the frequently anthologized The Song My Paddle Sings Her poetry was published in Canada the United States and Great Britain Johnson was one of a generation of widely read writers who began to define a Canadian national literature more…

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