On the walls of Venus's temple The tale of Narcissus and Echo A beautiful young nymph Sentenced to repeat The last words of the others Never to talk first
She fell in love with Narcissus And followed him longing to speak He said: Who is here?, and she replied: Here He called for her saying: Come She just replied: Come
As none came near, Narcissus Called her again Why do you shun me She could only say the same
These words hurt deep His pride his actions leads I would rather die Than you should have me
Narcissus went forth To a fountain in the north He kneeled down to drink And then he fell in love
He said: Who is here? His voice kept sounding: Here He called again the one That couldn't ever come
His face was young and In the crystal waters glowed His smile was cold reflecting Back a thought
