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 milkwhite peacock like a qhost,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.