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?