Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 18091892704. Blow, Bugle, blow
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, | 5 |
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! | 10 |
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, | 15 |
And grow for ever and for ever. | |
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, | |
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. |