“Now when she saw Narcissus wandering
In the green byways, Echo’s heart was fired;
And stealthily she followed, and the more
She followed him, the nearer flamed her love,
As when a torch is lit and from the tip
The leaping sulfuric grasps the offered flame.”
—Ovid, “Narcissus and Echo,” Metamorphoses, bk. III.
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