THE ECHO(After Heine)Through the lonely mountain landThere rode a cavalier."Oh ride I to my darling's arms,Or to the grave so drear?"The Echo answered clear,"The grave so drear."So onward rode the cavalierAnd clouded was his brow."If now my hour be truly come,Ah well, it must be now!"The Echo answered low,"It must be now."
(After Heine)
Through the lonely mountain landThere rode a cavalier."Oh ride I to my darling's arms,Or to the grave so drear?"The Echo answered clear,"The grave so drear."So onward rode the cavalierAnd clouded was his brow."If now my hour be truly come,Ah well, it must be now!"The Echo answered low,"It must be now."