The Princess: The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls

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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:
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 for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

© Alfred Tennyson