Alfred, Lord Tennyson(1809–1892)
The Splendor Falls
The SplendorFalls
T h e s p l e n d o r falls o n c a s t l e w a l l s
A n d s n o w y s u m m i t s o l d i n story:
T h e l o n g l i g h t s h a k e s a c r o s s t h e l a k e s ,
A n d t h e w i l d c a t a r a c t 0 l e a p s i n glory.waterfall
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
B l o w , b u g l e ; a n s w e r , e c h o e s , dying, dying, dying.
hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
A n d t h i n n e r , clearer, farther going!
O s w e e t a n d far f r o m cliff a n d scar2
T h e h o r n s of E l f l a n d faintly b l o w i n g !
B l o w , let us h e a r t h e p u r p l e g l e n s replying:
B l o w , b u g l e ; a n s w e r , e c h o e s , dying, dying, dying.
O love, t h e y die in y o n rich sky,
T h e y faint on hill or field or river:
O u r e c h o e s roll f r o m s o u l to s o u l ,
A n d g r o w for ever a n d for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.