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Alfred Tennyson

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal 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 milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.


Now lies the Earth all Danae 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.







"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool."- William Shakespeare

2 comments:

Hmm... In order to understand this one I had to look up some words! :)

Porphyry is a variety of igneous rock consisting of large-grained crystals, such as feldspar or quartz... and font I assume he means a basin like for a fountain. Ahhh... Ye Olde English is expressive, difficult to read, but worth the effort in the end.

February 6, 2009 at 1:44 PM  

Yes I know, it is a bit mind boggling...but worth it once you get your mind wrapped around it.

February 6, 2009 at 4:28 PM  

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