Vanity Fair
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¤ Now sleeps the crimson petal ¤
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¤ Now the white ¤
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¤ Nor waves the cypress
in the palace walk ¤

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¤ Nor winks the gold fin
in the porphyry font ¤

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¤ The firefly wakens ¤
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¤ Waken thou with me ¤
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¤ Now droops the milkwhite peacock ¤
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¤ Like a ghost ¤
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¤ And like a ghost
she glimmers on to me ¤

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¤¤Now lies the Earth
all Danae to the stars ¤¤

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¤¤And all thy heart lies open unto me ¤¤
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¤ Now folds the lily
all her sweetness up ¤

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¤ And slips into the bosom of the lake ¤
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¤¤So fold thyself, my dearest, thou ¤¤
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¤ And slip ¤
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¤ Into my bosom ¤

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