by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)

Now sleeps the crimson petal
 (Sung text for setting by P. Mealor)
 See original
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 droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

   Now lies the earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto 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 Paul Mealor (b. 1975), "Now sleeps the crimson petal", stanzas 1-3,5

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: 114