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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

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A Group of Indian Epigrams: An Indian Narcissus

  • Translation of Charles Rockwell Lanman, editor
  • [It is a bit of genuinely Indian exaggeration that the flower-girl should be fooled by supposing the reflection of her own blue eyes in the water to be real lotuses.]

  • THOU maiden fair, that by the lotus-pool

    The dark-blue lilies gatherest,

    There floats one beauty near thy hand.

    Why pluck’st it not? why hesitating stand?

    The reason I may guess:

    The mirrored loveliness

    Of thine own orbèd eyes of blue,

    So lotus-like in shape and hue,

    Full oft deceived thee.

    “If thou’rt a blossom real,” sayst thou,

    “I’ll not believe thee.”