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- The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
- By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
- 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 firefly 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 Danaƫ 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 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.
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