YES, it was the mountain Echo, <br />Solitary, clear, profound, <br />Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, <br />Giving to her sound for sound! <br /> <br />Unsolicited reply <br />To a babbling wanderer sent; <br />Like her ordinary cry, <br />Like--but oh, how different! <br /> <br />Hears not also mortal Life? <br />Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! <br />Slaves of folly, love, or strife-- <br />Voices of two different natures? <br /> <br />Have not 'we' too?--yes, we have <br />Answers, and we know not whence; <br />Echoes from beyond the grave, <br />Recognised intelligence! <br /> <br />Such rebounds our inward ear <br />Catches sometimes from afar-- <br />Listen, ponder, hold them dear; <br />For of God,--of God they are.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-it-was-the-mountain-echo/
