Author John Clare She turned her face upon the glass & almost swooned to spy Instead of youth ā an aged face Grey hair & wrinkled eye & strange to say it was her own For there was none beside Twas time who held the glass alone A lesson unto pride Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments