GO, fading rose, a present to my Fair, To whose ungrateful breast I gave my heart, And tho' my grief could ne'er affect her care, To her do thou my dying mind impart. I late have seen thee lovely, sweet, and gay, Perchance the influence of her looks on thee, Now pale as Death, thy beauty's gone away; Thou art the emblem of my misery. Say, if to cast an eye on thee she deign, Since no relief from her my life receives; My body soon as bloodless will remain, As thy once fresh, but now decaying leaves. And thou perchance the benefit may'st find, For thy pale looks and message understood, To cure thy dying spoils she may be kind, With water of my tears, or with my blood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by THOMAS MOORE ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |