wood-dryads

Updated: July 14, 2025

And Narcissus, laying his weary head upon the grass, closed his eyes forever. The Water-Nymphs wept for him, and the Wood-Dryads lamented him, and Echo resounded their mourning. But when they sought his body it had vanished away, and in its stead had grown up by the brink of the stream a little flower, with silver leaves and golden heart, and thus was born to earth the woodland flower, Narcissus.

Frances Jenkins Olcott - Good Stories for Holidays