Who is this, who has startled the deer?Who has filled the woods with fear.... with fear
A young man, a hunter on the chase
Oh how beautiful, how lovely is his face….his face
I will follow him till I know what I must say
For with me words just get in the way….the way
He sees me now & harks “let us two meet”
And folish me all I can do is repeat.....repeat
Does he not share my new found love?
He flees and cries “enough”….enough
Ashamed I fall down in the grass
Until my time has passed….has passed
I see him now down by the spring
Gazing into its depths & wondering….wondering
At just how beautiful, how perfect he is
Until the earth below is his….is his
You can hear me call from cave, from hall
To you I am Echo, that is all…..is all
& by the spring daffodils grow tall
In remembrance of Narcissus, my love…my all
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