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Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
from The Princess
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 for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying,
dying.
The above song appears between the third and fourth parts of The Princess.
It is listed under a variety of names in various anthologies, including:
Splendor Falls, Blow, Bugle, Blow, He Hears the Bugle
at Killarney, and Bugle Song. It can also be found in:
Tennyson, Alfred. The Complete Poetical Works of Tennyson. W. J. Rolfe, ed.
Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1898.
Tennyson was Poet Laureate of England from 1850 until 1892.
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