Echoes

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!

Yet Love hath echoes truer far
And far more sweet
Than e’er, beneath the moonlight’s star,
Of horn or lute or soft guitar
The songs repeat.

’T is when the sigh,—in youth sincere
And only then,
The sigh that ’s breathed for one to hear—
Is by that one, that only Dear,
Breathed back again.

More poems by Thomas Moore

The Vale of Avoca

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart …
The Vale of Cashmere

From “The Light of the Harem”
WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere,
With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, …
“The harp that once through Tara’s Halls”

The Harp that once through Tara’s halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls …
At the Mid Hour of Night

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, …