THERE in a solitude of silence slips The sun's red rose down to the damps of night, The long grass soon will hide that saddening light, Bloom past mature, touched with frost's embering lips; All the earth eyes seem your way bent, red rose! Lovestruck, the lark leaps up to hoard farewell With one last flash, one pleasure more to tell; The red rose falls, the dusky windwave flows Through the concealing grass, tomorrow's hay. The brown owl on the tall post mews and peers, But that divine bloom's gone; the white owl veers His body of a fish far down that way Where dropped that petal. Along the cattled glade The trees are weeping women, the pearled downs Put off their glory, and the eyesight drowns As though through tears, where the last blossom's laid. And true, man finds himself to tears betrayed. Though thought, youth, joy, laborious in the bright Have manned their stratagems in tears' despite, -- But like a spy the shadow passed their enfilade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG HOW TO KNOW LOVE FROM DECEIT by WILLIAM BLAKE A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SIEGE OF VIRE by OLIVIER BASSELIN |