Blow, Bugle, Blow Comments

The echos of the bugle blown from the castle and it's slowly dying echo marvelously portrayed.

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. great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Beautiful imagery painted with choice poetic skill.

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.