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Echo's Lament for Narcissus

by Geoffrey Bush From Three Songs of Ben Jonson (1952)

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Echo's Lament for Narcissus
English source: Ben Jonson

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears:
Yet slower, yet; O faintly, gentle springs:
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers,
Fall grief in showers,
Our beauties are not ours;
O, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop,
Since nature's pride is, now, a withered daffodil.

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