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SUMMER NIGHT by Alfred Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; |
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| 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 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 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. |
