Classic Poem

In eddying course when leaves began to fly,
And Autumn in her lap the store to strew,
As mid wild scenes I chanced the Muse to woo,
Through glens untrod and woods that frowned on high,
Two sleeping nymphs, with wonder mute, I spy:
And lo! she 's gone — in robe of dark green hue,
'T was Echo from her sister Silence flew;
For quick the hunter's horn resounded to the sky.
In shade affrighted Silence melts away.
Not so her sister — hark! for onward still,
With far-heard step, she takes her listening way,
Bounding from rock to rock, and hill to hill:
Ah! mark the merry maid, in mockful play,
With thousand mimic tones the laughing forest fill!