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...TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |