Go bow thy head in gentle spite,Thou lily white,For she who spies thee waving here,With thee in beauty can compareAs day with night.
To a Lily, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Thou in thy lake dost seeThyself: so sheBeholds her image in her eyesReflected. Thus did Venus riseFrom out the sea.James Matthews Legaré