Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo
YES, it was the mountain Echo,
by William Wordsworth
Solitary, clear, profound,
Answering to the shouting Cuckoo,
Giving to her sound for sound!
To a babbling wanderer sent;
Like her ordinary cry,
Like--but oh, how different!
Hears not also mortal Life?
Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!
Slaves of folly, love, or strife--
Voices of two different natures?
Have not 'we' too?--yes, we have
Answers, and we know not whence;
Echoes from beyond the grave,
Such rebounds our inward ear
Catches sometimes from afar--
Listen, ponder, hold them dear;
For of God,--of God they are.