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 Danaë to the stars,And all thy heart lies open unto … [Read more...]