Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

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.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.