Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

From 'The Princess' - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

'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: wake 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 lies 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.'


Comments about From 'The Princess' by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Rajnish Manga (7/7/2016 1:31:00 PM)


    It has been a real pleasure to read this poem arising out of the nature's charming landscape and then focusing on 'The Princess'. Great poem from Lord Tennyson. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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