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But alack! Narkissos you will remember was insensible 

 to love, and fleeing the spot, left the nymph to waste away 

 until only her voice remained among the hills as we hear it 

 today. Then, for justice's sake the goddess of love taking 

 Narkissos in hand led him to the fountain where, seeing 

 his own beautiful image for the first time, he became so 

 enchanted that he too slowly pined and finally, if we are to 

 believe so great an authority as Ovid, he slew himself and the 

 beautiful flowers which today we welcome with the earliest 

 days of spring sprang from the drops of blood which fell from 



particularly pressing love affair on his hands he arranged it 

 so that Echo should engage the attention of Hera and then '1 

 Echo did the rest. But ah ! and alas ! — for Hera, the jealous 

 and ever watchful Hera found it out and forthwith decreed 

 that in future loquacity should be the least of Echo's failings, \ 

 — Echo who should ever after be able only to repeat the last 

 thing said to her. Then appeared Narkissos, the beautiful 

 boy who was insensible to love. Hearing something stirring 

 in the wood, he called out, "Is anyone here?" and Echo an- 

 swered, "Here." "Come," cried Narkissos, and, more 

 faintly, "Come," answered Echo. "Let us meet at the 

 spring" urged Narkissos, and from the dim recesses of the 

 wood Echo sighed "at the spring" and speeding to meet him, 

 as Chaucer says, v f * 



FoUoweth Ekko, that holdeth no silence 

 But euere answereth in return." 



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