Echoes
| HOW sweet the answer Echo makes | |
| To Music at night | |
| When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, | |
| And far away o'er lawns and lakes | |
| Goes answering light! | 5 |
| Yet Love hath echoes truer far | |
| And far more sweet | |
| Than e'er, beneath the moonlight's star, | |
| Of horn or lute or soft guitar | |
| The songs repeat. | 10 |
| 'Tis when the sigh,—in youth sincere | |
| And only then, | |
| The sigh that's breathed for one to hear— | |
| Is by that one, that only Dear | |
| Breathed back again. | 15 |
Thomas Moore
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