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Tennyson, Alfred Lord - Princess
Identifier
005847
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
Alfred Lord Tennyson – from The Princess
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
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