The Poetry Corner

Farfaraway

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

What sight so lured him thro the fields he knew As where earths green stole into heavens own hue, Farfaraway? What sound was dearest in his native dells? The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells Farfaraway. What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro those three words would haunt him when a boy, Farfaraway? A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death Farfaraway? Far, far, how far? from oer the gates of Birth, The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth, Farfaraway? What charm in words, a charm no words could give? O dying words, can Music make you live Farfaraway?