The Letter T - for Tennyson
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Poet Laureate in the U.K. for much of Queen Victoria's reign, - a prolific writer, many of whose quotes are familiar in conversation and literature to the present day.
Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal
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 milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me
Now lies the Earth all Danae 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.
Varsity Glee Club
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