NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL 



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OW 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 bosom of the lake : 

 So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip 

 Into my bosom and be lost in me. 



TENNYSON. 



COMING TO KISS HER LIPS 



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OMING to kiss her lips (such grace I found), 

 Meseemed, I smelt a garden of sweet flowers. 

 That dainty odours from them threw around. 

 For damsels fit to deck their lovers' bowers. 

 Her lips did smell Uke unto Gillyflowers ; 

 Her ruddy cheeks, like unto Roses red ; 

 Her snowy brows, Uke budded Bellamours ; 

 Her lovely eyes, Uke Pinks but newly spread 



