1.
In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore:
Now half extinct your powers of song -
Sweet Echo is no more.
2.
Ye jarring, screeching things around,
Screams your discordant joys:
Now half your din of tuneless sound
With Echo silent lies.

In wood and wild, you warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore:
Now half extinct your powers of song -
Sweet Echo is no more.

You jarring, screeching things around,
Screams your discordant joys:
Now half your din of tuneless sound
With Echo silent lies.