That was because, when the water was rippled by his touch, the image became blurred. […] His last words addressed to the image in the water were, “Oh youth, beloved in vain, farewell!” […] And to this day the lovely flower, called the narcissus, is found by quiet pools, gazing at its image in the water. […] It carried the image aloft to the top of the high mountain overlooking Thebes, and placed it there among the other rocks. […] The more he looked, the more restless he grew, and it was hard to tear himself away from the marble image.