Full Lyrics
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,
Then sigh that’s breathed for one to hear—
Is by that one, that only Dear
Breathed back again.
