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.