BLACK CAT POEMS
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Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White
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
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the
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.
poems by Alfred Tennyson