I walked by many a window pane
But what I searched, I sought in vain
I looked ahead, I looked behind
I looked within my teeming mind
I looked without with tireless eyes
I looked despite my tired sighs
Was that the window that contained?
Is this the one that shows unstained?
That child, the image of the past
That man, of moments next to last
I ask of every pane I see
Are you the one? Mirror to me?