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:'''Edition notes:''' Edition in G flat major, starting note is B flat. Edition is scanned.

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  • CPDL #17757:  Network.png
Contributor: University of Rochester (submitted 2008-07-30).   Score information: Non-standard paper size, 8 pages, 505 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Edition in G flat major, starting note is B flat. Edition is scanned.
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Editor: Anne Dubrofsky (submitted 2003-05-15).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 88 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Edition in F major, starting note is A.

General Information

Title: Now sleeps the crimson petal
Composer: Roger Quilter
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 1904.

Description: The Art song is Number 4 in the Opus 3 published in 1905 by Boosey and Co..

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Original text and translations

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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.