Verse Thursday...

[primsong]

One of my very favorites, certainly any time I pick up my collection of Tennyson's works this is one I always go looking for - read it softly aloud, if you will.


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 fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milkwhite 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 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.

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Comments

[maidoforange.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. That's beautiful, Prim. I love Tennyson. I wish I had posted a poem. May do so anyway.

Also, I must say I adore you for choosing sensible and self-assertive in my Johari window. I am so distracted, romantic, irresposible and fantasy-orientied that sensible isn't something that is obvious in me but I am quite sensible and down-to-earth in my way and aspire to be more so. As to the self-assertive, I do have a doormat tendency and am more assertive on LJ than in the RW but I am trying to be more so. ((((Prim)))).