(For Music) <br /> <br />What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew <br />As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue, <br />Far--far--away? <br /> <br />What sound was dearest in his native dells? <br />The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells <br />Far--far--away. <br /> <br />What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, <br />Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, <br />Far--far--away? <br /> <br />A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath <br />From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death <br />Far--far--away? <br /> <br />Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of birth, <br />The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth, <br />Far--far--away? <br /> <br />What charm in words, a charm no words could give? <br />O dying words, can Music make you live <br />Far--far--away?<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-far-away/
