Come like shadows, so depart!

Come like shadows, so depart!

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.

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.

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),

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.

But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in read more

But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in valleys and forests,
Repeating your ultimate word.

Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the read more

Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most
conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.

Like--but oh! how different!

Like--but oh! how different!

And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]

And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]