How Sweet The Answer

How sweet the answer Echo makes

To music at night;

When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,

And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,

Goes answering light.Yet love hath echoes truer far,

And far more sweet,

Then 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 breath'd for one to hear,

Is by that one, that only dear,

Breath'd back again.

Again, again, again, ...