

NARCISSUS 



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The face smiled back at him. 



But she said nothing. 



Day after day Narcissus hung over 

 the fountain. 



He forgot to eat and drink. 



He did not even sleep. 



And at last he died 

 of grief. 



For he never 

 knew that it was 

 his own beautiful 

 face in the foun- 

 tain. 



His friends came 

 to carry away his 

 body. 



They could not 

 find it. 



But from the 

 edge of the water 

 a flower rose. 



And for him 

 they named it the 

 Narcissus. 



