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When the cock crows loud from the glen,

And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,

What hear ye and see ye then,

Ye children of air and ether?

1st Echo

A thunder as of waves at the rising of the moon,

And a darkness on the graves though the day is at its noon.

2nd Echo

A springing as of grass though the air is damp and chill,

And a glimmer from the river that winds about the hill.

1st Echo

A lapse of crags that leant from the mountain’s earthen sheath,

And a shock of ruin sent on the river underneath.

2nd Echo

A sound as of a building that groweth fair and good,

And a piping of the thrushes from the hollow of the wood.

1st Echo

A wailing as of lambs that have wandered from the flock,

And a bleating of their dams that was answered from the rock.

2nd Echo

A breathing as of cattle in the shadow where they dream,

And a sound of children playing with the pebbles in the stream.

1st Echo

A driving as of clouds in the kingdom of the air,

And a tumult as of crowds that mingle everywhere.

2nd Echo

A waving of the grass, and a passing o’er the lakes,

And a shred of tempest-cloud in the glory when it breaks.