Echo
If beasts within a silent forest moan,
If trumpets sound, if thunder rolls and cracks,
Or young girls sing almost inaudibly --
For each initial tone
The atmosphere resounds quite suddenly
With a response, your own.
You listen to the peal of distant thunder,
The rumbling voice of violent waves and storm,
And hear the village shepherd's lonely cry --
And then you send your answer,
But here no echo, there is no reply...
This also, poet, is your nature.
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