Narcissus was a handsome youth. His lovely face and graceful form were the admiration of all who looked upon him. And he knew it. He was proud that he thought no one buthimself was worthy to see his youthful beauty. Thus given up to sweet thoughts of self, Narcissus avoided all company. He roamed the wooded little valleys every day, madly in love withhimself.
When he was delightfully wandering through the woods oneday, a wood fairy maiden, echo by name, caught sight of him. She was excited at once. Joyfully coming down towards narcissus, she stretched out her loving arms. To her dismay, however, the young man roughly brushed her aside and went by without so much as a glance at her. The poor fairy maiden's face turned red and quickly withdrew to a shady spot, following the object of her love with her longing eyes.