Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The splendour falls" (from The Princess)
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
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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,
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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:
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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,
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And grow for ever and for ever .
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.