The splendour falls on castle walls <br /> And snowy summits old in story: <br /> The long light shakes across the lakes, <br /> And the wild cataract leaps in glory. <br /> Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, <br /> Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. <br /> O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, <br /> And thinner, clearer, farther going! <br /> O sweet and far from cliff and scar <br /> The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! <br /> Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: <br /> Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. <br /> <br /> O love, they die in yon rich sky, <br /> They faint on hill or field or river: <br /> Our echoes roll from soul to soul, <br /> And grow for ever and for ever. <br /> Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, <br /> And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/princess-a-medley-the-splendour-falls-on-castle/
