Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount
How we cite our quotes:
Oh, I could still,
Like melting snow upon some craggy hill,
Drop, drop, drop, drop (8-10)
The melting of snow suggests an end to winter (and all the frozen death that comes with it) and hence beginning of spring. Perhaps in death there is new life, a new "spring," just as Narcissus' death resulted in a blooming daffodil.