Lost - ASC/Tom Hiddleston

Lyrics by：Alfred Tennyson

Composed by：ASC

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

And slips into the bosom of the lake

So fold thyself my dearest thou

And slip into my bosom

And be lost in me

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 Danae 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 b