Echoes

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.

’T is 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.

被那唯一的爱人

再次呼出，送回。

Is by that one, that only Dear,

Breathed back again.