Blow, Bugle Blow

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

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