She slept with her head on a rose,
When a sly moth-miller kissed her,
And left some dust on her nose.
Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!
She woke when the clock struck ten,
And hurried away to the fairy queen's ball,
Down in the shadowy glen.
Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!
Right dainty was she, and fair,
In her bodice of yellow satin,
And petticoat green and rare.
But to look in her dew-drop mirror,
She quite forgot when she rose,
And into the queen's high presence
Tripped with a spot on her nose.
Then the little knight who loved her–
O, he wished that he were dead:
And the queen's maid began to titter,
And tossed her saucy head.
And up from her throne so stately,
The wee queen rose in her power,
Just waved her light wand o'er her,
And she changed into a flower.
Poor little Daffy-down-dilly!
Now in silver spring-time hours,
She wakes in the sunny meadows,
She lives with other flowers.
Her beautiful yellow bodice,
With green skirts wears she still;
And the children seek and love her,
But they call her daffodil.
Once, in a far-away country, there lived a handsome youth whose name was Narcissus. He was a very beautiful young man. His hair was as yellow as the flax stalks when they are ripe. His eyes were as blue as the flax flowers when they bloom. His face was as pink and as white as the clouds in a morning sky.
But Narcissus sat beside a stream and wept. He looked neither to the right nor to the left. His tears flowed fast, and his heavy sobs were the only sound to be heard in the wood.
Then there came roaming by the brook side a maiden. She was as beautiful as the cool shadows of the woodland. She was as gentle as the spring breezes among the grasses. She spoke to Narcissus.
"I am Echo, the maid of the hills and the wood," said the maiden. "Long have I watched you as you mourned. Often have I called and you did not heed.
"I know the cause of your grief, Narcissus. I have heard how you once had a lovely twin sister. She was the very image of yourself.
"I have heard how your lovely twin sister has now crossed the river of Death. Now you mourn day after day and will not be comforted.
"Look up, Narcissus, I pray you! Your tears cannot bring your sister again to you. Look up, and I, Echo, will comfort you!"
Now the voice of Echo was soft and sweet, and her words were kind, but Narcissus did not look up. He bent farther over the stream which flowed so slowly just there.
As he glanced down into the water, Narcissus started in surprise. He thought he saw his sister looking up into his eyes from the quiet depth of the water. Again and again did Echo call, but Narcissus no longer even heard her voice.
Still Narcissus gazed at his own reflection in the water, thinking that he looked into the eyes of his lost sister.
Day after day he sat there gazing, and sorrowing that he could not reach her. The face in the water looked sad, and Narcissus would fain have comforted his sister.
Not for one moment would he leave the brook side. Not for one instant would he heed the sad, sweet pleadings of Echo.
Thus, sorrowing for his lost twin sister, Narcissus died. Then the voice of Echo, the beautiful, became softer and sadder. Her form became more and more slender until at last she could no longer be seen, though her voice might still be heard.
Then one day there sprang up by the brook side a slender, beautiful flower, as white as the cheeks of the maiden, as yellow as the hair of the youth.
Its blossoms bent over the water, and their reflections swam beneath. And the drooping willows, which hung over the stream, looked down at the strange new blossom, and touched leaves and whispered: "It is Narcissus. It is the youth Narcissus."
And the soft, sighing voice of the formless maiden, Echo, replied, "Narcissus!"
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