And so Narcissus, having come to the pool to quench his thirst, saw his own reflection in its smooth surface, and fell in love with it. And since he could not obtain the object of his love, he died of sorrow by the same pool. The nymphs grieved him.... but they could not find his body...only the flower that today bears his name. It is told that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx, in the underworld.
ha ha
ReplyDeleteAshtyn Long...
familiar pics.