Thoas Moore
How sweet the answer Echo akes
To Mic at night
When, roed by te or horn, she wakes,
And far away oer wns and kes
Goes answerg light!
Yet love hath echoes truer far
And far ore sweet
Than eer, beh the oonlights star,
Of horn or te or soft guitar
The songs repeat.
’T is when the sigh,— youth Scere
And only then,
The sigh thats breathed for oo hear—
Is by that ohat only Dear,
Breathed back aga.
被那唯一的爱人
再次呼出，送回。
Is by that ohat only Dear,
Breathed back aga.