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 Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
 "Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
  "Where?"  
 Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
 "Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
  "Where?" 
 And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
 From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
  And thunder'd up read more 
 And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
 From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
  And thunder'd up into Heaven. 
 What would it profit thee to be the first
 Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,
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 What would it profit thee to be the first
 Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,
  A thing that answers, but hath not a thought
   As lasting but as senseless as a stone. 
 How sweet the answer Echo makes
 To music at night,
  When, roused by lute or horn, she read more 
 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. 
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
 Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
 Within thy airy shell,
  By slow Meander's margent green,
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 Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
 Within thy airy shell,
  By slow Meander's margent green,
   And in the violet-embroidered vale. 
 Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
 And feeds her grief.  
 Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
 And feeds her grief. 
 Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
   - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),  
 Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
   - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter), 
 I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my 
youth, where are they?"--and an read more 
 I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my 
youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?"