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, 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 forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE I COME SINGING by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |