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! 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. 'T is 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. |