Narcissus, reflecting a satisfied face,
Cried, "Let everyone note :
As I am supreme, so is Greece."
Thereupon Echo spoke,

2 "These nymph haunts, this lake,
And the depths of saphire slopes
Are not solely from your Greece,
But - from light, clouds and mists...

"Your shape, note, how shimmering,
Though you gaze in a crystal pool
Reflexion comes from the distant sun ,
Only the deep is your constant home ."
(Contributed by daniel on Friday, April 8th, 2011)
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