The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish,... the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Go bring him home to his people. Lay him in state on a sepal.... Wrap him for shroud in a petal. Embalm him with ichor of nettle. This is the word of your Queen."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »