Oh , tell me how to woo and win,”
 The shepherd sang. The echoes flew
Adown the vale, now loud, now thin,
 And answered only, “ Win and woo .”

“But I am not a shepherd lad,
 So tell me, Echo sweet,” said I.
“How shall my heart's long wish be had?”
 “Had—wish you had!” was its reply.

“No common word can make her mine;
 No common love do I adore:
Toward me does her heart incline?”
 But Echo would reply no more.