ECHO
In the dusk of starlit hours
Thro' the woodland's dewy maze
Scattering music, scattering flowers
Down the glimmering forest ways,
O'er the smooth moss-paven level,
Past the mountain's windy brow,
Come the Nymphs in crowded revel,
Calling, Echo, Echo! where art thou?
Thro' the woodland's dewy maze
Scattering music, scattering flowers
Down the glimmering forest ways,
O'er the smooth moss-paven level,
Past the mountain's windy brow,
Come the Nymphs in crowded revel,
Calling, Echo, Echo! where art thou?
By the far and misty glimmer
Of these pale Lethean lakes,
Whose dusk waves in twilight shimmer
When the faint Sun on them breaks,
Where no sorrowing thoughts appal thee,
Hast thou sought a place of sleep
Heeding not how loud we call thee—
Echo, Echo!—thro' the woodlands deep?
Of these pale Lethean lakes,
Whose dusk waves in twilight shimmer
When the faint Sun on them breaks,
Where no sorrowing thoughts appal thee,
Hast thou sought a place of sleep
Heeding not how loud we call thee—
Echo, Echo!—thro' the woodlands deep?
We have sought thee till the Hours,
Slowly darkening to the west,
Left thee turning funeral flowers
In some haunt of dreary rest,
Where the cloud of dewy tresses
On thy wan and downcast brow
Like a weight of sorrow presses;
Call aloud, Echo! Echo! where art thou?
Slowly darkening to the west,
Left thee turning funeral flowers
In some haunt of dreary rest,
Where the cloud of dewy tresses
On thy wan and downcast brow
Like a weight of sorrow presses;
Call aloud, Echo! Echo! where art thou?
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