Echo Song
Lo, a wandering echo I,
Flung afar, confused, forlorn;
Yearning with a broken cry,
Yet of mighty music born!
Echo from a Wonder-Horn
That sends the music flying far,
Blaring through the scarlet morn,
Tinkling in the spangled star!
Where in all the songs that are
May the echo cease to be,
Filling out a wondrous bar,
Blending with a melody?
Like a ghost there lives in me,
Frustrate in my monotone,
Something chanted by a Sea,
Something out of vastness blown.
Lost, reiterant, alone,
I grow weary, seeking long,
Out of master-music blown,
Homesick for the Mother-Song.
Yet — what though the way be long?
Hark the music flying far!
Trumpets from the scarlet morn,
Lyrics from the evening star!
Kin to all the songs that are,
Of a mighty singing born,
Sun and I and Sea and Star,
Echoes from a Wonder-Horn.
Flung afar, confused, forlorn;
Yearning with a broken cry,
Yet of mighty music born!
Echo from a Wonder-Horn
That sends the music flying far,
Blaring through the scarlet morn,
Tinkling in the spangled star!
Where in all the songs that are
May the echo cease to be,
Filling out a wondrous bar,
Blending with a melody?
Like a ghost there lives in me,
Frustrate in my monotone,
Something chanted by a Sea,
Something out of vastness blown.
Lost, reiterant, alone,
I grow weary, seeking long,
Out of master-music blown,
Homesick for the Mother-Song.
Yet — what though the way be long?
Hark the music flying far!
Trumpets from the scarlet morn,
Lyrics from the evening star!
Kin to all the songs that are,
Of a mighty singing born,
Sun and I and Sea and Star,
Echoes from a Wonder-Horn.
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