Pausanius tells it! In its rhythmic flow
We find how fair Narcissos, young in years,
Passionate beyond his age, so long ago
As when the gods came down and walked with men,
Had a sweet sister—would that sister’s name
Had ever have fallen within the poet’s ken —
A young, twin sister, lovely as the light
Of twilight in her own delicious land —
Lovely as Venus was at birth of Night.
Narcissos was as fair, albeit his mould