Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 18091892705. Summer Night
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 milk-white peacock like a ghost, | 5 |
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. | |
Now lies the Earth all Danaë 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. | 10 |
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. |