The splendor 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 /> <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 forever and forever. <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/the-splendor-falls/
