Thursday, January 24, 2008
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
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 slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me
Now folds the lilly 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.
(Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.)
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