Poem of the Week: The Splendor Falls on Castle Walls by Lord Tennyson

21 September 2012

The Splendor Falls on Castle Walls
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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.

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9 epistles:

  1. Oh, this is the "Bugle Song," isn't it? It's always stuck in my head because of being mentioned in L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Windy Poplars.

  2. I love poetry by Lord Tennyson. Especially his poem on the Lady of Shalot. At least, I'm pretty sure he is the one who wrote that poem.

  3. Tennyson is my favorite poet. He has a wonderful style, and is pleasing to read, and say aloud.

  4. Love this poem! Tennyson is such an excellent poet!! :)

  5. This is one of my top favorite poems. (Obviously, since I named my blog from it!)

    It is just gorgeous!!!!

  6. You find the most inspirational pictures!


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