The splendour falls on castle walls,1
And snowy summits, old in story ;2
The long light shakes across the lakes,3
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.4
Blow, bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying ;5
Blow bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying.6
O hark ! O hear ! how thin and clear,7
And thinner, clearer, further going ;8
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,9
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing !10
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying ;11
Blow bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying.12
O love, they die in yon rich sky
!13
They faint on field, and hill, and river ;14
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,15
And grow for ever and for ever.16
Blow, bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying ;17
And answer, echoes answer, dying, dying, dying.*18
* Tennyson.