Narcissus into the waters looked and saw
His beauty dangling like the apple of Eve
And serpent-like it wound herself around
The supple body.
I-I-too into the waters look and gaze
For some sweet silent silver voice all wandering
From water, bush or tree or air - wher’er it be-
That might I find whether my black queen
Keepeth her troth to me or betrays me.
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