Yes, it was the mountain Echo

William Wordsworth



YES, it was the mountain Echo,

Solitary, clear, profound,

Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,

Giving to her sound for sound!



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To a babbling wanderer sent;

Like her ordinary cry,

Like--but oh, how different!



Hears not also mortal Life?

Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!

Slaves of folly, love, or strife--

Voices of two different natures?



Have not 'we' too?--yes, we have

Answers, and we know not whence;

Echoes from beyond the grave,

Recognised intelligence!



Such rebounds our inward ear

Catches sometimes from afar--

Listen, ponder, hold them dear;

For the God --of God they are.