THERE in a solitude of silence slips The sun's red rose down to the damps of night, The long grass soon will hide that saddening light, Bloom past mature, touched with frost's embering lips; All the earth eyes seem your way bent, red rose! Lovestruck, the lark leaps up to hoard farewell With one last flash, one pleasure more to tell; The red rose falls, the dusky windwave flows Through the concealing grass, tomorrow's hay. The brown owl on the tall post mews and peers, But that divine bloom's gone; the white owl veers His body of a fish far down that way Where dropped that petal. Along the cattled glade The trees are weeping women, the pearled downs Put off their glory, and the eyesight drowns As though through tears, where the last blossom's laid. And true, man finds himself to tears betrayed. Though thought, youth, joy, laborious in the bright Have manned their stratagems in tears' despite, -- But like a spy the shadow passed their enfilade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |