The Princess: 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 milk-white 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 ***** of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my ***** and be lost in me.