Look, Lady
Formed by responding in-line to the first part of Blow, Bugle Blow

Her hair rich dark choc’late thick,
Her snowy summits coolly yearning,
She long looks wide the countryside
To spot straw lad of red cheeks burning.

Burst beauty, burst, set the green fields falling,
Stop beauty; answer; a free day fair day calling.

O hark, O hear, yet far yet near,
Inside, outside; all in all whirling!
Ah hope-swept glance, ah self-caught prance.
The slippered lady mirth-lipped looking!

Look, swoop a breathe–the fresh hearts leaping
Reach, lady; answer, your bright eyes keeping.

AW/BW

Blow, Bugle Blow
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The splendour falls on castle walls
Her hair rich like choc’late’s thick,
And snowy summits old in story :
Her snowy summits coolly yearning,
The long light shakes across the lakes,
She long looks wide the countryside
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
To spot straw lad of red cheeks burning.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

Burst beauty, burst, set the green fields falling,
Stop beauty ; answer, it’s calling, calling, calling.

O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear,
O hark, O hear, yet far yet near,
And thinner, clearer, farther going !
Inside, outside, all in all whirling!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
Ah hope-swept glance, ah self-caught prance.
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing !
The slippered lady mirth-lipped looking!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying :

Look, let it breathe, the fresh hearts leaping
Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Reach, lady; answer, your brights keeping, keeping, keeping.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river :
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.