Thomas Odiorne

(1769-1851 / USA)

Echo - Poem by Thomas Odiorne

Lo! beyond the distant bog,
As the peasant chops a log—
Hark! the sound, in long suspense,
Cheats the stroke, and balks the sense;
But, expanding o'er the vale,
Or along some dingling dale,
Where, the hills and woods among,
Jovial rings the team-boy's song,
Echo, softlier than a bell,
Fills with noise her airy shell;
And, according to her laws,
Protracts the sound at every pause.


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  • Rookie Yoonoos Peerbocus (10/13/2010 1:28:00 AM)

    [fills with noise her airy shell]----fine line/finely set (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 13, 2010



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