From this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine. Which (though sweet unto your smell) Yet the fretfull bryar will tell, He who plucks the sweets shall prove Many thorns to be in Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON |