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...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD MIDWINTER BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES |