("Jeune Fille, L'Amour C'Est Un Miroir.") [Xxvi., February, 1835.] Young Maiden, True Love Is A Pool All Mirroring Clear, Where Coquettish Girls Come To Linger In Long Delight, For It Banishes Afar From The Face All The Clouds That Besmear The Soul Truly Bright; But Tempts You To Ruffle Its Surface; Drawing Your Foot To Subtilest Sinking! And Farther And Farther The Brink That Vainly You Snatch - For Repentance, 'Tis Weed Without Root, - And Struggling, You Sink!