Now sleeps the crimson petal
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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 milk-white 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.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Duerme ya el pétalo carmesí, también el blanco.
No ondulan ya los cipreses en la senda del palacio
ni la aleta dorada brilla en la fuente de pórfido.
Despierta la luciérnaga. Despierta tú conmigo.
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