There, below you, in the stream.
It is only your reflection.
The alabaster-fine complexion,
the face so lovely, long and lean.
Narcissus, have you found perfection?
Never one to show affection,
you are lost within a dream.
It is only your reflection.
Lose yourself in introspection
while far-distant Echo screams --
Narcissus, have you found perfection?
'tis your heart in insurrection:
love but never grasp the dream.
It is only your reflection.
Some loves will not bear correction,
though they're less than what they seem.
Narcissus, have you found perfection?
It is only your reflection.
