ECHO
Reading edition
"Who called?" I said, and the words Through the whispering glades, Hither, thither, baffled the birds— "Who called? Who called?"
The leafy boughs on high Hissed in the sun; The dark air carried my cry Faintingly on:
Eyes in the green, in the shade, In the motionless brake, Voices that said what I said, For mockery's sake:
"Who cares?" I bawled through my tears; The wind fell low: In the silence, "Who cares? who cares?" Wailed to and fro.