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THE IDEAL.
Fair-brow'd Narcissus, bending where
A crystal pool did smoothly lie,
Saw in its bosom, pictured clear,
His soul's ideal to his eye;
And gazing still, by fancy fed,
With his own charms was ravishèd.
A crystal pool did smoothly lie,
Saw in its bosom, pictured clear,
His soul's ideal to his eye;
And gazing still, by fancy fed,
With his own charms was ravishèd.
So I, in looking on thy face,
Do see in wondrous lines exprest,
Through emblem of thy perfect grace,
The bright ideal of my breast;
And love myself in loving thee,
Who art the noblest part of me.
Do see in wondrous lines exprest,
Through emblem of thy perfect grace,
The bright ideal of my breast;
And love myself in loving thee,
Who art the noblest part of me.
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