Lord Tennyson - Serenade for Tenor, Horn, and Strings: 3. Nocturne lyrics

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! Bugle, blow Answer, echoes, answer Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying Oh hark, oh hear How thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going Oh, sweet and far From cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing Blow, let us hear The purple glens replying Bugle, blow Answer, echoes, answer Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying Oh 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, dying, dying, dying