Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Splendor Falls

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.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Isn't this beautiful? I'm getting to be a poetry person...huh. Never saw that one coming. :)


Hannah said...

This is one of my absolute favorite poems. Ever. I love Tennyson. His Eagle poem is also amazing. I just love Tennyson...and yes, I'll be redundant here. ;-)

Relyn said...

Did you write this?? WOW!! Mr. Lawson is sure gonna be happy.

Elyse said...

Heavens, no! I have no skill in writing poetry. I just like reading it. And thinking about it. Sorry, Mr. Lawson. And Relyn. I didn't do a good job of crediting the wondrous works of Tennyson.

Relyn said...

Well, duh! I just looked at this again and saw your attribution. I am just a ding dong sometimes. My fingers "talk" before my brain engages. Still, I've read your writing. Please take it as a compliment that I thought you could do this. Pretty cool, really.

Elyse said...

Actually, I'll admit...I forgot to put that it was by Tennyson until I saw your comment. Oops. All better now!

Jeffrey said...

Did you choose the way the fonts accentuate the meaning?

Elyse said...

Yes, I did! I'm glad you like it.