Poem by Adelaide Anne Procter

Echoes

Still the angel stars are shining,
Still the rippling waters flow,
But the angel-voice is silent
That I heard so long ago.
Hark! the echoes murmur low,
Long ago!

Still the wood is dim and lonely,
Still the plashing fountains play,
But the past and all its beauty,
Whither has it fled away?
Hark! the mournful echoes say,
Fled away!

Still the bird of night complaineth,
(Now, indeed, her song is pain,)
Visions of my happy hours,
Do I call and call in vain?
Hark! the echoes cry again,
All in vain!

Cease, oh echoes, mournful echoes!
Once I loved your voices well;
Now my heart is sick and weary--
Days of old, a long farewell!
Hark! the echoes sad and dreary
Cry farewell, farewell!

1. True Honours
2. Friend Sorrow
3. The Angel's Story
4. Judge Not
5. A False Genius

Emma Lazarus Echoes ("Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope")

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