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 I would rather die Than you should have me