Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | | | IV. Inland Waters: Highlands | | The Bugle | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | From “The Princess”
THE SPLENDOR 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. | |
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| 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. | |
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| 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 forever and forever. | |
| Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, | |
| And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. | | | | |
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