Classic and Contemporary Poetry
O SILVER ROSE, by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL Poet's Biography First Line: The dark hour turns so slowly and so sweet Last Line: For death shall prove more kind. Subject(s): Flowers; Roses | ||||||||
THE dark hour turns so slowly and so sweet, The last still hour soft-fallen from the stars. To-morrow I may kneel and touch thy feet, O Rose of all Shiraz. Lay wide thine amorous lattice to the south, O Silver Rose, when roses breathe thy name, And thou at dawn shalt feel upon thy mouth The kiss I dared not claim. Discrowned, dishonoured, reft of pride and power, From the red battle where they hailed me lord, O Silver Rose, O sweet Pomegranate Flower, I turn me to their sword. Life hath so held me to an empty part, Life hath so snared me, bound and made me blind. To-morrow I may rest upon thy heart, For death shall prove more kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHISPER OF THE ROSE by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE WISDOM OF THE ROSE by ELSA BARKER LOVE PLANTED A ROSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES ROSES; A VILANELLE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE PAINTER ON SILK by AMY LOWELL VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL |
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