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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; |
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Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; |
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Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. |
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The firefly wakens; waken thou with me. |
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Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, |
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And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. |
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Now lies the Earth all Dana? to the stars, |
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And all thy heart lies open unto me. |
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Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves |
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A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. |
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Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, |
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And slips into the bosom of the lake. |
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So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip |
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Into my bosom and be lost in me. |
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