Echoes, unseen
⁠Echoes we: listen!
⁠We cannot stay:
⁠As dew-stars glisten
⁠Then fade away —
⁠Child of Ocean!

⁠Asia.
Hark! Spirits speak. The liquid responses
Of their aerial tongues yet sound.

⁠Pan
⁠I hear.

Echoes
⁠Oh, follow, follow,
⁠As our voice recedeth
⁠Thro' the caverns hollow,
⁠Where the forest spreadeth;
(more distant)

⁠Oh, follow, follow!
⁠Thro' the caverns hollow,
⁠As the song floats thou pursue,
⁠Where the wild bee never flew,
⁠Thro' the noontide darkness deep,
⁠By the odour-breathing sleep
⁠Of faint night-flowers, and the waves
⁠At the fountain-lighted caves,

⁠While our music, wild and sweet,
⁠Mocks thy gently falling feet,
⁠Child of Ocean!

⁠Asia.
Shall we pursue the sound? It grows more faint
And distant.

⁠Pan.
List! the strain floats nearer now.

Echoes
⁠In the world unknown
⁠Sleeps a voice unspoken;
⁠By thy step alone
⁠Can its rest be broken;
⁠Child of Ocean!

⁠Asia. 
How the notes sink upon the ebbing wind!

Echoes
⁠Oh, follow, follow!
⁠Through the caverns hollow,
⁠As the song floats thou pursue,
⁠By the woodland noontide dew;
⁠By the forests, lakes, and fountains,
⁠Through the many-folded mountains;

⁠To the rents, and gulfs, and chasms,
⁠Where the Earth reposed from spasms,
⁠On the day when He and thou
⁠Parted, to commingle now;
⁠Child of Ocean!