So faithfully the serene waters
double their world above—
each shape and shade or line,
captured below in that calm,
in that watching fluid realm,
always holding open their eyes
so that, in turn, we, the mortals,
can see in them what looms high
as well as around being bound
and coupled with waters’ nether
art where all is being reconciled,
and the surface darkly barring light
becomes mirrors by which beauty
itself is being helped—obliged.
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