1. echoes

  • Echoes from the Sabine Farm

    To the FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA
    O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia!
      Whence crystal waters flow,
    With garlands gay and wine I ’ll pay
      The sacrifice I owe;
    A sportive kid with budding horns
      I have, whose crimson blood
    Anon shall dye and sanctify
      Thy cool and babbling flood.

    O fountain of Bandusia!
      The Dog-star’s hateful...

    Eugene Field

  • 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...

    Thomas Moore