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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