...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: 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...

...Spring revive the ashes of the urn 1" . . But onr poet vindicates the eternal in humanity : — " O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill...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,...

...clearer, farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elunnd faintly blowing ! Blow ! let us hear the purple glens replying, — Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying ! The prolonged echoes of the bugle gave the idea of an organ played in a lofty-vaulted cathedral ;...

...clearer, farther going ! 0 sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow,...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,...

...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...

...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, Blow Bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh love, they die in yon rich sky! They faint on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul...

...sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the pnrple glens replying, Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow...

...clearer, farther going ! Oh ! sweet and far, from cliff and scar The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing. Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow,...answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. 0 love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul to soul And grow...

...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! dring, dying, dying! The prolonged echoes of the bugle gave the idea of an organ played in a lofty...

...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, Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die on yon rich sky, They faint on hill, on field, on river ; Our echoes roll from soul...