Liriope the river-nymph bore a son to the river-god Cephissus, and she named him Narcissus; and going to the seer Tiresias she asked whether the child would live to a long age. Tiresias answered her with the strange words: "He shall, if he never comes to know himself." And so it proved.
Narcissus grew into a youth of surpassing beauty, who scorned all who loved him — boys and girls of his own age, the nymphs of the woods, even Echo who could only echo back his own voice. One youth whom he had spurned cried out to heaven, "Let him love thus, and not obtain the thing he loves!" — and Nemesis heard the prayer.
It happened that Narcissus, weary from hunting, came to a clear pool in a hidden glade, where neither shepherd nor goat had ever come, and where the surface of the water was undisturbed; and he knelt to drink, and saw his reflection in the water, and was struck with a love such as he had given to no other. He could not understand that what he saw was himself, and he reached for it and embraced the water and could not grasp it; and he stayed there beside the pool, refusing to eat or sleep, gazing at the image he could not reach, until at last he understood — and his understanding was his death.
He pined away there beside the pool, and when his sisters the dryads came to mourn him, they could not find his body; in its place there grew the flower we call narcissus, the white flower with the yellow heart, which bends its head toward the surface of any nearby water as if still gazing into it.




