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- 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.
- 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: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
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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
English text
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.