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Quotation by Alfred Tennyson
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 Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892), British poet. The Princess (l. 164–168). . .
Tennyson; a Selected Edition. Christopher Ricks, ed. (1989) University of California Press.
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