To which the slighted Echo sued in vain.
She saw him in his present misery,
Whom, spite of all her wrongs, she grieved to see;
She answered sadly to the lover’s moan,
Sighed back his sighs, and groaned to every groan.
‘Ah, youth belov’d in vain!’ Narcissus cries;
‘Ah, youth beloved in vain!’ the Nymph replies.
‘Farewell!’ says he;—the parting sound scarce fell
From his faint lips but she replied, ‘Farewell!’
Then on th’ unwholesome earth he gasping lies,