If beasts within a silent forest moan, if trumpets sound, if thunder rolls and cracks, Or young girls sing almost inaudibly — For each initial tone The atmosphere resounds quite suddenly With a response, your own. You listen to the peal of distant thunder, The rumbling voice of violent waves and storm, And hear the village shepherd’s lonely cry — And then you send your answer, But hear no echo, there is no reply… This also, poet, is your nature.
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