The Poetry Corner

Yes, It Was The Mountain Echo

By William Wordsworth

Yes, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like her ordinary cry, Like but oh, how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Hear not we, unthinking Creatures! Slaves of folly, love, or strife Voices of two different natures? Have not 'we' too? yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognised intelligence! Such rebounds our inward ear Catches sometimes from afar Listen, ponder, hold them dear; For of God, of God they are.