Don't you just love when you can hear your own echo through the open air? The repitition of your own voice fills the air around you. What if suddenly you can't hear your echo anymore? Don't panic. Listen to me, Cloe White, perform the poem "Echo" to you, and feel your pain disappear.
"Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live my very life again tho' cold in death"
The echo of the author's lover is lost. She has the longing for him to come back to her. But she does know that they will meet again someday.