Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.


Sonnet 3


Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.