I

Who can say where Echo dwells? 
In some mountain-cave, methinks, 
Where the white owl sits and blinks; 
Or in deep sequestered dells, 
Where foxglove hangs its bells, 
Echo dwells. 
Echo! 
Echo!

II

Phantom of the crystal Air, 
Daughter of sweet Mystery! 
Here is one has need of thee; 
Lead him to thy secret lair, 
Myrtle brings he for thy hair-- 
Hear his prayer, 
Echo! 
Echo!

III

Echo lift thy drowsy head, 
And repeat each charmëd word 
Thou must needs have overheard 
Yestere'en ere, rosy-red, 
Daphne down the valley fled-- 
Words unsaid, 
Echo! 
Echo!

IV

Breathe the vows she since denies! 
She hath broken every vow; 
What she would she would not now-- 
Thou didst hear her perjuries. 
Whisper, whilst I shut my eyes, 
Those sweet lies, 
Echo! 
Echo!