| Quote #1 Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears |
Okay, Echo, we get it. We're moving slowly. Why all the repetition? Maybe it's because Echo is so devastated that she can really only repeat herself (like an echo).
| Quote #2 "Woe weeps out her division when she sings" (4) |
Who is Woe and what's she doing in our poem? Well, maybe Echo is trying to distance herself from her grief, to create a "division," where Woe is the one who is sad, not her. And isn't that the way we all cope with sadness? By trying to push it away?
| Quote #3 Droop herbs and flowers; |
Echo's grief is so consuming that even flowers and plants are affected by it. Yikes. Of course we might also read this as Echo's being so grief-stricken that all she can see in the world around her are images of woe. She's looking at the world through blue-colored glasses.