Narcissus

The fortuitous circumstance that made Narcissus shed his skin saved him from eternal admirability. He returned to his life as a chimneysweep, giving up the placid pond. He'd spent so many hours there, though, that all assumed he'd been swallowed by his reflection and drowned. So the tale was handed down, another warning to youth who were frankly getting sick of such stories. A flower grew in the fecund place and was named for him. But his was the brown weed in the thicket growing wild.