Himself the worshipped and the worshipper,
He sought himself and was pursued, wooed, fired
By Ms own heat of love. Again, again
He tried to kiss the image in the well;
Again, again his arms embraced the silver
Elusive waters where his image shone....
* * *
Then with his last "Good-bye," "Good-bye," said Echo.
At this he placed his head deep in cool grasses
While death shut fast his eyes....