Hyacinthus, although astonished at the great
beauty of Apollo, was even more amazed at
the sweetness of his music, for no mortal
had ever heard such music before. The
shepherd lad was charmed into silence, as
were also the birds and bees, while even the
little brook, which had been rippling down
hill, paused in a quiet pool to listen.
Apollo finally returned the pipe, saying
frankly, "I like you, Hyacinthus.' We will
be friends, and you shall go with me to the
palace of King Admetus."
Hyacinthus' eyes sparkled; he longed to go,
but when he thought of his sheep, he said, "
But what would become of my sheep? I must
not leave them. No, no, Apollo; I cannot go
with you!? " Noble youth, I love you the
better because you prefer duty to pleasure;
and since you cannot come with me, I will
come to you. To-morrow I will come again."
Apollo came again; and for many happy days
they played and talked, and learned to love
each other, as only the best of friends can
One day they were playing a game of quoits.
They were both very eager and earnest,
Hyacinthus wishing that Apollo might win,
Apollo wishing for the success of
Hyacinthus. Apollo picked up the discus, and
made a splendid throw. He would have won,
but a sad thing happened. The West Wind.
who. as you know, is a wild and gloomy
fellow, had grown jealous of the friendship.
No doubt he thought that he could make them
quarrel. He blew the discus so that it
bounded back and hit Hyacinthus on the
forehead. Apollo rushed forward and tenderly
lifted the wounded head from the ground, but
it drooped like a broken flower. Apollo wept
and moaned, for poor Hyacinthus was dead. He
could play no more with his beloved friend.
"Ah, Hyacinthus, would that I could have
died for thee. My lyre shall tell of thy sad
fate, and I will cause thee to be
remembered, for thou art indeed a noble
friend." So where the bright blood of Hyacinthus had fallen, Apollo caused to
spring up the beautiful flower which bears
his name, the hyacinth.
The Legend and Myth about Hyacinthus
The Myth of Hyacinthus
The story of Hyacinthus is featured in the book
entitled Stories of Old Greece by Emma M. Firth first published 1895.