Threnody of the Introflective Nous
Narcissus, in an age long past,
Did gaze into a pond with awe,
To see what fairness there lies fast,
But merely his own image saw.
And if but one thing I could change,
‘Twould be the stifling pride of man;
That Narcissus might fain exchange
His hauter for such beauty grand.
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