Poem of the Week: The Splendour Falls

from The Princess: The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls

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.

HT: Poetry Foundation