"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 lies the Earth all Danäe to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto me."Now slides the silent meteor on, and leavesA 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 slipInto my bosom and be lost in me."The Princess.
"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 lies the Earth all Danäe to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto me.
"Now slides the silent meteor on, and leavesA 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 slipInto my bosom and be lost in me."The Princess.
And so we leave Alfred Tennyson, at the end of his day, gazing "forward to the starry track glimmering up the height beyond," alone with the Creator.
"He lifts me to the golden doors:The flashes come and go;All heaven bursts her starry floors,And strews her lights below;"
"He lifts me to the golden doors:The flashes come and go;All heaven bursts her starry floors,And strews her lights below;"
while the discords of earth are hushed beneath the magic of the spheral harmony, and "The Gleam" hovers upward into heaven.
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