Narcissus, by Caravaggio, c. 1599
When gazing into water here,
How lovely is the face I see.
I cannot let it disappear,
When gazing into water here.
I lean down to get very near:
The lovely face looks back at me!
When gazing into water here,
How lovely is the face I see.
Jane Blanchard
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