"The Splendor Falls On Castle Walls" <br />(From "The Princess") <br />Alfred Tennyson <br /><br />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 for ever and for ever. <br />Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, <br />And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
