When The Cock Crows Loud From The Glen, And The Moor-Cock Chirrs From The Heather, What Hear Ye And See Ye Then, Ye Children Of Air And Ether? 1St Echo. A Thunder As Of Waves At The Rising Of The Moon, And A Darkness On The Graves Though The Day Is At Its Noon. 2Nd Echo. A Springing As Of Grass Though The Air Is Damp And Chill, And A Glimmer From The River That Winds About The Hill. 1St Echo. A Lapse Of Crags That Leant From The Mountain'S Earthen Sheath, And A Shock Of Ruin Sent On The River Underneath. 2Nd Echo. A Sound As Of A Building That Groweth Fair And Good, And A Piping Of The Thrushes From The Hollow Of The Wood. 1St Echo. A Wailing As Of Lambs That Have Wandered From The Flock, And A Bleating Of Their Dams That Was Answered From The Rock. 2Nd Echo. A Breathing As Of Cattle In The Shadow Where They Dream, And A Sound Of Children Playing With The Pebbles In The Stream. 1St Echo. A Driving As Of Clouds In The Kingdom Of The Air, And A Tumult As Of Crowds That Mingle Everywhere. 2Nd Echo. A Waving Of The Grass, And A Passing O'Er The Lakes, And A Shred Of Tempest-Cloud In The Glory When It Breaks.