In eddying course when leaves began to fly, And Autumn in her lap the store to strew, As mid wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo, Through glens untrod, and woods that frowned on high, Two sleeping nymphs with wonder mute I spy! And, lo, she's gone! -- In robe of dark-green hue, 'T was Echo from her sister Silence flew, For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky! In shade affrighted Silence melts away. Not so her sister. Hark! for onward still, With far-heard step, she takes her listening way, Bounding from rock to rock, and hill to hill. Ah, mark the merry maid in mockful play With thousand mimic tones the laughing forest fill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 19. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED by JOHN DONNE A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A WAYFARING SONG by HENRY VAN DYKE |