Anonymous Translation. Friedrich von Matthisson, 1761–1831.
SONG.
The splendor 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.
Oh hark! oh hear! now thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!