How sweetly answered, echo may,

to music at night.

When roused by lute or horn, she wakes, and far away all loads and lives.

Thank you.

Yet love hath echoes true of far and far more sweet.

Then e'er beneath the moonlight Star of whole voluptuous light

Thank you.

Thank you.

is when the sign youths in sin

Here and only there.

The sigh that's breathed for one to hear is by that one.

That only dear

breathed back again, again.

Again.

Again.