| Lyrics: | How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night;
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she
wakes,
And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.
Yet love hath
echoes truer far,
And far more sweet,
Then 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,
The sigh, that's breath'd for one to hear,
Is by that one,
that only dear,
Breath'd back again.
Again, again, again, . |
