(For Music)
What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
Far-far-away?
What sound was dearest in his native dells?
The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells
Far-far-away.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy,
Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy,
Far-far-away?
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath
From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death
Far-far-away?
Far, far, how far? from o'er the gates of birth,
The faint horizons, all the bounds of earth,
Far-far-away?
What charm in words, a charm no words could give?
O dying words, can Music make you live
Far-far-away?
Looking at the world going beyond the world, finding charm of sound going beyond the sound, viewing life going beyond the life... superb strength of imagination, thanks for posting Chandan
Into heaven's own hue! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The call of those three words from the gates of birth as also from the doors of death, - far-far-away, the music of the soul.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? A beautiful poem. tony
A whisper from his dawn of life? a breath From some fair dawn beyond the doors of death great great write great 10++++++++
" A whisper from his dawn of life" . Amazing poetic expression from the master craftsman.
A poignant rendition elegantly crafted in heightened poetic diction with clarity of thought and mind.
What vague world-whisper, mystic pain or joy, Thro' those three words would haunt him when a boy, Far-far-away? ...........so touching with nice theme. Beautiful poem composed by Alfred Lord Tennyson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O dying words, can music make you live......these wordring like music.