No fear in her; but there is much in use.”
On that reflecting brightness, passing by,
The Boy one instant fix’d his restless eye—
And saw himself: he had before descried
His face in one his mother’s store supplied;
But here he could his whole dimensions view,
From the pale forehead to the jet-black shoe. 330
Passing, he look’d and, looking, grieved to pass
From the fair figure smiling in the glass.
’Twas so Narcissus saw the boy advance