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
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

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up
And slips into thе bosom of the lake
So fold thyself, my dеarest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me