Blow Bugle blow
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 5
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! 10
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 15
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow bugle blow set the wild echoes flying
And answer echoes answer dying dying dying.