Lesbia's lover when bereaved In pagan times of yore Ere the gladsome tidings ran Of reunion evermore, He wended from the pyre Now hopeless in return -- Ah, the vial hot with tears For the ashes cold in urn! But I, the Rose's lover, When my beloved goes Followed by the Asters Toward the sepulchre of snows, Then, solaced by the Vial Less grieve I for the Tomb, Not widowed of the fragrance If parted from the bloom -- Parted from the bloom That was but for a day; Rose! I dally with thy doom: The solace will not stay! There is nothing like the bloom; And the Attar poignant minds me Of the bloom that's passed away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLD COAST CUSTOMS by EDITH SITWELL GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON THE SAD SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 46. AL-WASI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM THE OLD JEW by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE CARLES OF DYSART by ROBERT BURNS JOURNAL IN CEPHALONIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE SONG OF CAYETANO'S CIRCUS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |