My heart it was a cup of gold That at his lip did long to lie, But he hath drunk the red wine down, And tossed the goblet by. My heart it was a floating bird That through the world did wander free, But he hath locked it in a cage, And lost the silver key. My heart it was a white, white rose That bloomed upon a broken bough, He did but wear it for an hour, And it is withered now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE DREAMER by SHAEMAS O'SHEEL BEGGAR TO BEGGAR CRIED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES NUPTIAL ODE ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |