Yes, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like her ordinary cry, Like -- but oh, how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! Slaves of folly, love, or strife -- Voices of two different natures? Have not we too? -- yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognized intelligence! Such rebounds our inward ear Catches sometimes from afar -- Listen, ponder, hold them dear; For of God, -- of God they are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER |