[00:00.39]Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
[00:03.45]From The Princess, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
[00:07.17]Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
[00:13.54]Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
[00:17.82]Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
[00:22.20]The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
[00:28.31]Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
[00:33.85]And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
[00:37.98]Now lies the Earth all Dana? to the stars,
[00:42.96]And all thy heart lies open unto me.
[00:47.14]Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
[00:53.46]A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
[00:57.02]Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
[01:01.86]And slips into the bosom of the lake.
[01:05.22]So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
[01:11.47]Into my bosom and be lost in me.