I'LL take that fainting rose Out of his breast; perhaps some sigh of his, Lives in the gyre of its kiss-coloured leaves. O pretty rose, hast thou thy flowery passions Then put thyself into a scented rage, And breathe on me some poisonous revenge. For it was I, thou languid, silken blush, Who orphaned thy green family of thee, In their closed infancy: therefore receive My life, and spread it on thy shrunken petals, And give to me thy pink, reclining death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS INFANTIUM by WILLIAM CANTON LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 102 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANING MOON by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |