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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 leavesA 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 slipInto my bosom and be lost in me.'
 I heard her turn the page; she found a smallSweet Idyl, and once more, as low, she read:
 'Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
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