by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)

Far‑Far‑Away
Language: English 
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?

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: John Versmoren

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 135