Yes, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like her ordinary cry, Like -- but oh, how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! Slaves of folly, love, or strife -- Voices of two different natures? Have not we too? -- yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognized intelligence! Such rebounds our inward ear Catches sometimes from afar -- Listen, ponder, hold them dear; For of God, -- of God they are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNETS ON PICTURES: MARY MAGDALEN AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE OLD BUFFALO TRAIL by ISABEL ANDERSON THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |