Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

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 milkwhite peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.Now lies the Earth all Dana 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.

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