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by Joseph Christian Freiherr von Zedlitz (1796 - 1869)
Translation © by David Wyatt
Nachts um die zwölfte Stunde
Language: German (Deutsch)
Nachts um die zwölfte Stunde Verläßt der Tambour sein Grab, Macht mit der Trommel die Runde, Geht wirbelnd auf und ab. Mit seinen entfleischten Armen Rührt er die Schlägel zugleich; Schlägt manchen guten Wirbel, [Reveille]1 und Zapfenstreich. Die Trommel klinget seltsam, Hat gar einen starken Ton, Die alten todten Soldaten Erwachen im Grabe davon. Und die im tiefen Norden Erstarrt in Schnee und Eis, Und die in Welschland liegen, Wo ihnen die Erde zu heiß; Und die der Nilschlamm decket Und der [arabische]2 Sand, Sie steigen aus [ihren]3 Gräbern Und nehmen's Gewehr zur Hand. Und um die zwölfte Stunde Verläßt der Trompeter sein Grab Und schmettert in die Trompete Und reitet auf und ab. Da kommen auf luftigen Pferden Die todten Reiter herbei, Die blutigen alten Schwadronen, In Waffen mancherlei. Es grinsen die weißen Schädel Wohl unter dem Helm hervor. Es halten die Knochenhände Die langen Schwerter empor. Und um die zwölfte Stunde Verläßt der Feldherr sein Grab, Kommt langsam hergeritten Umgeben von seinem Stab. Er trägt ein [einfach]4 Hütchen, Er trägt ein einfach Kleid, Und einen kleinen Degen Trägt er an seiner Seit. Der Mond mit gelbem Lichte Erhellt den weiten Plan, Der Mann im kleinen Hütchen Sieht sich die Truppen an. Die Reihen präsentiren Und schultern das Gewehr, Dann zieht mit klingendem Spiele [Vorüber]5 das ganze Heer. Die [Marschälle]6 und Generale Schließen um ihn [einen]7 Kreis, Der Feldherr sagt dem Nächsten Ins Ohr ein [Wörtchen]8 leis'; Das Wort geht in die Runde, Klingt wieder fern und nah! »Frankreich« [ist]9 die Parole, Die Losung: »[Helena]10«. [Das]11 ist die große Parade Im Elisäischen Feld, Die um die zwölfte Stunde Der todte Kaiser hält.
C. Loewe sets stanzas 1-5, 7, 9-15
W. Pijper sets stanzas 1-5, 7, 9-15
R. Schumann sets stanzas 1-5
About the headline (FAQ)
View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Fünfzig Jahre Deutscher Dichtung. 1820 bis 1870: Mit biographisch-kritischen Einleitungen herausgegeben von Adolf Stern, Volume 1, Leipzig, Verlag von Ed. Wartig, 1871, pages 15-158.
1 Loewe, Pijper, Randhartinger: "Reveill'"2 Randhartinger: "arab'sche"
3 Loewe, Pijper, Randhartinger: "den"
4 Loewe, Pijper, Randhartinger: "kleines"
5 Loewe, Pijper: "Vorbei"
6 Loewe, Pijper, Randhartinger: "Marschälle"
7 Loewe, Pijper, Randhartinger: "den"
8 Randhartinger: "Wörtlein"
9 Loewe, Pijper: "heißt"
10 Loewe, Pijper: "Sanct Helena"
11 Randhartinger: "Dies"
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Christian Freiherr von Zedlitz (1796 - 1869), "Die nächtliche Heerschau" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Carl Loewe (1796 - 1869), "Die nächtliche Heerschau", op. 23 (1832), published 1833, stanzas 1-5,7,9-15 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Willem Pijper (1894 - 1947), "Die nächtliche Heerschau", 1943, stanzas 1-5,7,9-15 [ voice and piano ], also set in French (Français) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Benedikt Randhartinger (1802 - 1893), "Die nächtliche Heerschau", op. 50, published 1844 [ voice and piano ], Wien, Witzendorf [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), "Die nächtliche Heerschau: Nachts um die zwolfte Stunde", WoO. 11 no. 2, stanzas 1-5 [ voice and piano ], fragment [sung text not yet checked]
- by Johann Baptist Zerlett (1859 - 1935), "Die nächtliche Heerschau", op. 219, published 1894 [ men's chorus ] [sung text not yet checked]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in French (Français), a translation by Auguste Marseille Barthélemy (1796 - 1867) and by François Joseph Pierre André Méry (1798 - 1865) ; composed by Willem Pijper.
- Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky (1783 - 1852) , "Ночной смотр", first published 1836 [an adaptation] ; composed by Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka, Aleksei Nikolayevich Verstovsky, Mikhail Yur'yevich Viel'gorsky.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "The night-time review", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2003-11-10
Line count: 60
Word count: 285
The night‑time review
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
At night, the twelfth hour, The drummer leaves his tomb, Sounds a roll with his drum, Goes whirling up and down With his fleshless arms He moves the sticks together Beats out a real whirlwind Calls Reveille and the Tattoo. The drum sounds strange, Has really a striking tone, The old dead soldiers Are woken from their graves by it. Both those in the far north Frozen in snow and ice, And those lying in Italy, Where the earth is too hot; And those whom Nile's mud covers, And the Arabian sand, They climb from their graves And take their guns in hand. [... ... ... ...] Over there come on airy steeds The dead cavalrymen, The old bloody squadrons With many a weapon. [... ... ... ...] And at the twelfth hour The Commander leaves his tomb, Comes slowly riding here Surrounded by his staff; He wears a small hat, He wears simple clothes, And a small sword He wears at his side. The moon with yellow light Brightens the wide plain, The man in the small hat Reviews his troops. The ranks present And shoulder arms, Then with drum loud playing The whole host marches past. The Marshals and Generals Close ranks in a circle The Commander speaks to the nearest A quiet word in his ear. The word goes round, Sounds again far and near, "France" is the watchword, The reply "St Helena". That is the great parade In the Elysian Fields1 Which, at the twelfth hour, The dead Caesar holds.
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1 Elysian Fields: the home of the dead in Hades, but also (as "Champs-Elysées") a major boulevard in Paris
1 Elysian Fields: the home of the dead in Hades, but also (as "Champs-Elysées") a major boulevard in Paris
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Christian Freiherr von Zedlitz (1796 - 1869), "Die nächtliche Heerschau"
This text was added to the website: 2007-11-15
Line count: 60
Word count: 247