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-#CCCCFF peacock like a ghost
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Dana？ 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.