1
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... 
3
'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 .'                
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