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. | a | ||||
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Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, | ||||
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. | a | ||||
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars, | |||||
And all thy heart lies open unto me. | a | ||||
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves | |||||
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A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. | a | |||
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. | a | ||||
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