Last Call of the Echo A legendary tale tis told Of tenacious curiosity Gorflu, elfin prophet, olde Thirsted for knowledge ardently He oft had heard from nearby crag Recurring echoes haunting chime For hours did the question nag Wherefore they went in space and time On one fine day it came too much He had to know the answer true With knapsack and his crooked crutch No destination that he knew He started from the rocky ledge And there called out his earnest vow The valleys far heard Gorflu's pledge He'd find where echoes went somehow He walked through quagmire's murky cold And tired his hoary limbs to climb The hills and mountains, steadfast, bold His fortitude sublime Encountering each new precipice He shouted out his promise kept No closer from the deep abyss Did he and echoes intercept They seemed to flee his noble search And more determined he became He'd wave his staff from perch to perch Repeating out his lofty claim Countrymen would hear his voice Reverberating frenziedly No longer taking path of choice Trod marsh and briar steadily Yet the echo strong persists From high upon each hill And some say Gorflu's trek exists Through glade and hollow still. |