Original – “The Crystal Gazer” by Sara Teasdale

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.

Mimic
I shall gather roses in my hand again,
I shall take them carefully one by one.
I shall fuse them into a glass crystal vase
Where I can see the brilliant colors
I shall sit to watch them, hour after hour intent.
Watching the buds come and the pedals go –
And the picture of death slowing
Into each stem, until there is no more.