ECHOES,
 unseen
  Echoes we: listen!
  We cannot stay:
  As dew-stars glisten
  Then fade away--
  Child of Ocean!

ASIA
  Hark! Spirits speak. The liquid responses
  Of their aërial tongues yet sound.

PANTHEA
  I hear.

ECHOES
  Oh, follow, follow,
  As our voice recedeth
  Through the caverns hollow,
  Where the forest spreadeth;
  (More distant)
  Oh, follow, follow!
  Through the caverns hollow,
  As the song floats thou pursue,
  Where the wild bee never flew,
  Through the noontide darkness deep,
  By the odor-breathing sleep
  Of faint night-flowers, and the waves
  At the fountain-lighted caves,