Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

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Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal (from "The Princess")
by Alfred 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 Danaëe 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.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.