As Sol rose up to touch the sea
He lingered near the shore
He bent to see how brilliantly
He shone, and to adore
His face reflected in the sea,
Then he moved up on shore.
For as Narcissus used to be,
Sol’s vanity is lore,
And he insists that he must see
His face reflected more.
Thus even drops, small as can be,
Reflect small Sols galore.
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