Now, when my roses are half buds, half flowers, And loveliest, the king of flies has come -- It was a fleeting visit, all too brief; In three short minutes he had seen them all, And rested, too, upon an apple leaf. There, his round shoulders humped with emeralds, A gorgeous opal crown set on his head, And all those shining honours to his breast -- 'My garden is a lovely place,' thought I, 'But is it worthy of so fine a guest?' He rested there, upon that apple leaf -- 'See, see,' I cried amazed, 'his opal crown, And all those emeralds clustered round his head!' 'His breast, my dear, how lovely was his breast' -- The voice of my Beloved quickly said. 'See, see his gorgeous crown, that shines With all those jewels bulging round its rim' -- I cried aloud at night, in broken rest. Back came the answer quickly, in my dream -- 'His breast, my dear, how lovely was his breast!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN YOUR ABSENCE by ELIZABETH BAXTER LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT CHORIAMBICS: 2 by RUPERT BROOKE |