Within the centre of the rose Seed out of the silence grows Its crimson heart the night enfolds The atom's void, the source of worlds From whose unfathomed chaos rise Star and leviathan from interior skies. Here build a house where love may come From the ends of darkness home, Here the virgin waits alone For her lover, for her son, Here the mother wraps her child In warm dress of flesh and blood Pitying love's nakedness, Love, the child of the abyss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT |