Blow, Bugle, Blow

Blow, Bugle, Blow
- 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:

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">O love, they die in yon rich sky, <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">They faint on hill or field or river:

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Our echoes roll from soul to soul, <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">And grow for ever and for ever.

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

<span style="color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.