by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)
Translation © by Jean-Pierre Granger

The splendour falls on castle walls
 (Sung text for setting by F. Delius)
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Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT FRE ITA NYN SPA
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.

O hark, O hear how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.

Composition:

    Set to music by Frederick Delius (1862 - 1934), "The splendour falls on castle walls", stanzas 1-2 [ SATB chorus ]

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Jean-Pierre Granger) , "Nocturne", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "Nattstemning", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Pablo Sabat) , "Nocturno"


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 133

Language: French (Français)  after the English 
La splendeur s'abat sur la muraille du château
Et les antiques sommets enneigés.
La longue nuit frémit au-dessus des lacs,
Et la cascade furieuse jaillit dans la gloire.
Sonne, clairon, sonne, répend les échos sauvages,
Clairon, sonne ! Échos, répondez, en mourant, en mourant.

Écoute, oh écoute comme ils sont ténus et clairs ;
Et plus ténus et plus clairs encore à mesure qu'ils s'en vont !
Oh doux et lointains, de rocher en falaise,
Les cors du pays des Elfes résonnent faiblement !
Sonne, écoutons la réponse des pourpres vallons :
Clairon, sonne ; répondez, échos, répondez en mourant, en mourant.

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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2 of the original text.

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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-11
Line count: 18
Word count: 146