How sweet the answer Echo makes <br />To music at night, <br />When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, <br />And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, <br />Goes answering light. <br /> <br />Yet Love hath echoes truer far, <br />And far more sweet, <br />Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, <br />Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, <br />The songs repeat. <br /> <br />'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, <br />And only then -- <br />The sigh that's breathed for one to hear, <br />Is by that one, that only dear, <br />Breathed back again!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echo-3/
