Chloris! yourself you so excel, <br />When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, <br />That, like a spirit, with this spell <br />Of my own teaching, I am taught. <br /> <br />That eagle's fate and mine are one, <br />Which, on the shaft that made him die, <br />Espied a feather of his own, <br />Wherewith he wont to soar so high. <br /> <br />Had Echo, with so sweet a grace, <br />Narcissus' loud complaints returned, <br />Not for reflection of his face, <br />But of his voice, the boy had burned.<br /><br />Edmund Waller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-lady-singing-a-song-of-his-composing/
