echoes

fountain,

And echoes list to silence now where gods told lies of

And mute's the midland navel-stone beside the singing fountain,

And echoes list to silence now where gods told lies of old.

Till the roofs all around

The shrill echoes rebound:

While in more lengthen'd notes and slow,

'O wretched maid!' she spread her hands, and cried,

(While Hampton's echoes 'wretched maid!' replied)

'Was it for this you took such constant care

Silent echoes! you, my Leonard, use and not

abuse your day,

What sound is that which echoes through the wood?

Is it the reedy note of an oaten pipe?

And Jubal tuned music's Jubilee;

He call'd the echoes from their sullen cell,

And built the organ's city where they dwell.

For silliest ignorance on these may light,

Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;

Or blind affection, which doth ne’er advance