Jangle-ling ke-langle,

Klink ke-langle-lingle down the dell;

Klangle-link ke-langle,

K-link ke-lank ke-lingle,

Lingle-link ke-langle of the bell.

As the cows across the prairie homeward wind

O’er the hill and toward the broadened sinking sun,

Steals a silence o’er the wooded vale behind

Where their shadows, lengthened, darken into one.

And I whistle back the echoes,—the echoes left behind,