Thomas Moore - EchoThomas Moore - Echo
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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.
`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!
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