WHO IS IT THAT ANSWERS?

The clouds no more are flocking After the flushing sun; Bees end their long droning, The bat's hunt is begun;

And the tired wind that went flittering Up and down the hill Lies like a shadow still, Like a shadow still.

Who is it that's calling Out of the deepening dark, Calling, calling, calling?— No!— yet hark!

The sleepy wind wakes, carrying Up and down the hill A voice how small and still, How sweet and still!

Who is it that answers Out of a quiet cloud — “Stay, oh stay! I come, I come!” Cried at last aloud?

My voice, my heart went answering Up and down the hill — Mine so strange and still, Mine grave and still.