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.
(excerpt from "The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls) by
Alfred,Lord Tennyson
Inspired by the medieval walls he lived within this summer, he built a wall to encircle the fairy village which resides under the rose cypress tree. Be well and happy day to everyone.