“Thou in thy lake dost see
Thyself: so she
Beholds her image in her eyes
Reflected. Thus did Venus rise
From out the sea.”

—  James Matthews Legaré

To a Lily, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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