Narcissus Speaks

By this still pond, I saw a nymph Rising towards me from the water's depths. Her lips were parted and mine also As I reached over to respond. But as we drew near Her face would fade below, The pale jade water As I remained above Pining again for my unrequited love. I cried for her but only heard A mocking echo from the distant rocks, Repeating every utterance I made These notes now out of tune with my desire Bringing discord to my ears. I fast. And am now pale as grass In a hot parched June My pulse is failing and I fade away, And since I stay, my breath slows down In this soliloquy of death.