O my mountain hyacinth
What shepherds trod upon you
With clumsy, rustic foot?
Now you are a broken seal:
A scarlet stain upon the earth.
“Somebody being a nobody, Thinking to look like a somebody, Said he thought me a nobody: Good little somebody-nobody, Had you not known me a somebody, Would you have called me a nobody?”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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