“Who’s here?” he called.
“Here!” answered Echo.
Narcissus, peering amongst the trees’ long shadows and seeing no one, called “Come!”
And “Come!” called the glad voice of Echo, while the nymph, with fast-beating heart, felt that her day of happiness had come indeed.
“Why do you shun me?” then called Narcissus.
“Why do you shun me?” Echo repeated.
“Let us join one another,” said the lad, and the simple words seemed turned into song when Echo said them over.
“Let us join one another!” she said, and not Eos herself, as with rosy fingers she turns aside the dark clouds of night, could be fairer than was the nymph as she pushed aside the leaves of the trackless wood, and ran forward with white arms outstretched to him who was lord of her life.
