How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night, When, rous'd 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 breath'd for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breath'd back again.
Song Cycle by William Edmondstoune Duncan (1866 - 1920)
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- by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852), "Echo", appears in Irish Melodies, first published 1821 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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