Poem of the day

The Splendour Falls
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

      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 forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

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