It multiplies, and with the hearers; all
Receive stamped facsimiles, to recall
Both form and sound, distinct, as that went forth;
Each can claim his own for original.
Human ears are the goal; and when no ear
Is reached, after roaming everywhere
In vain for shelter, the poor thing expires,
To flit a ghostly leaf, dead, shrunk and sere.
Or chance may be that it collides with rock;
When—as with pebble that recoils—the shock