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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==


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<poem>
There is sweet music here that softer falls
There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
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And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
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</poem>


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[[Category:Early 20th century music]]
[[Category:Early 20th century music]]

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Editor: Mike Gibson (submitted 2010-07-01).   Score information: A4, 15 pages, 427 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: There is sweet music Op. 53 No. 1
Composer: Edward Elgar

Number of voices: 8vv   Voicing: SSAATTBB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1908

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Original text and translations

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There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep
down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,