god, was hunting in a lonely forest one day when Echo saw him pass. To her he seemed more fair than god or man, and once she had seen him she knew that she must gain his love or die. From that day on, she haunted him like his shadow, gliding from tree to tree, nestling down amongst thick fern and undergrowth, motionless as one who stalks a wild thing, watching him afar off while he rested, gladdening her eyes with his beauty. So did she feed her hungering heart, and sought to find contentment by looking on his face each day.
To her at length came a perfect moment when Narcissus was separated from his companions in the chase and, stopping suddenly where the evening sun chequered the pathway of the forest with black and gold, heard the nymph's soft footfall on the rustling leaves.
"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
