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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Splendour Falls
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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 forever and forever. 
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
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