how sweet the answer

how sweet the answer echo makes

to music at night;

when

rous'd by lute or horn

she wakes

and faw away

o'er lawns and lakes

goes answering light. yet love hath echoes truer far

and far more sweet

then e'er beneath the moonlight's star

of horn

or lute

or soft guitar

the songs repeat. 'tis when the sigh

in youth sincere

and only then

the sigh

that's breath'd for one to hear

is by that one

that only dear

breath'd back again. again

again

again