In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,Your heavy loss deplore;Now, half extinct your powers of song,Sweet Echo is no more.
Ye jarring, screeching things around,Scream your discordant joys;Now, half your din of tuneless soundWith Echo silent lies.
1793 · Poem
Epitaph on a Lap-Dog
Named Echo
- Year
- 1793
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Dumfries
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns