English Poetry. Alfred Tennyson. Summer Night. Альфред Теннисон.

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон)

Summer Night

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 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.

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. 

Alfred Tennyson’s other poems:

1. The Grandmother
2. Fatima
3. The Oak
4. The Holy Grail
5. Requiescat

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Edward Sill (Эдвард Силл) Summer Night (“FROM the warm garden in the summer night”)

1652

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