TWO blooms of the rose, one cypreas spray! Gloomy the cypress, the rose blooms gay; The one lasts ever, the two decay. Each one he plucked from the parent tree, And thrice he wept as he spake to me, The grievous lore of the sorrows three. 'Tell the three remedies then,' I said, 'Of the sorrows three. Priest! lend thine aid To lighten the load thy lore has laid.' 'No! learn to suffer,' the stern reply: 'Bloom of the body is doomed to die; Bloom of the mind soon passes by. 'Banish all hopes that do fade away. Bruised heart! on the heart, spear-wounded, stay His flower; thy soul shall ne'er decay.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LES HIBOUX by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE CHERRY TREE IN AUTUMN by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER |