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 milkwhite 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