QUEEN of fragrance, lovely Rose, The beauties of thy leaves disclose! -- But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey In this sweet offspring of a day. That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail: Swift as the short-lived flower they fly, At morn they bloom, at evening die: Though Sickness yet a while forbears, Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares: Now Helen lives alone in fame, And Cleopatra's but a name: Time must indent that heavenly brow, And thou must be what they are now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD LYNCHED by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. LITTLE WINDOWS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |