The Talk Of The Echoes - A Fragment.

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.