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"What! again at thy revels, thou wanton whatnot
With no purpose but mortals to mock?
Ever haunting the cloister, or wild mountain pass,
The lone forest, the cavern, or rock!
Tell me, Echo, what art thou, shade, elfin or fay,
Watersprite, or some mystical bird,
That unseen by us ever, dost hear and repeat,
E'en the fond lover's whispered last word?"
As I spoke a clear voice from the hilltops above
Seemed to tread on the heels of my own;
And the moment I ceased, in the sweetest of tones,
Came a sound like a musical moan!
"Ah! That last word," sighed Echo, "my fate hangs thereon,
I am neither elf, fairy, nor bird,
But the ghost of a fair one, condemned to reply,
Just because she would have the last word!"
