by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)

Now sleeps the crimson petal
 (Sung text for setting by R. Quilter)
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Language: English 
Our translations:  CAT SPA
   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.

Composition:

    Set to music by Roger Quilter (1877 - 1953), "Now sleeps the crimson petal", op. 3 (Three songs) no. 2 (1897), published 1904, rev. 1946, lines 1-4,11-14 [ voice and piano ], Boosey

Text Authorship:

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Ted Perry , Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 117