Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Echo - Poem by Thomas Moore

How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.

Yet Love hath echoes truer far,
And far more sweet,
Than 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 breathed for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
Breathed back again!


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  • (11/23/2016 6:39:00 PM)


    (Echo - Poem by Thomas Moore.) **A poem about true love. When in youth, like a mountain- love echoes (responds) to the sounding of its suitor. Very cleverly written (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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