Narcissus
Quiescent, deep, untouched by tiny brains
  That must impress and change the world today,
  He bides his time and goes his own sweet way
Like waters slothing over grassy plains.

Immutable as gold, whose brightest grains
  Pale to sepulchrous shade as if to say,
  "Here comes the intellect. Let him hold sway"
"To him the power, glory and the gains"