I HOPES, that swell in youthful breasts, Live not through the waste of time? Love's rose a host of thorns invests; Cold, ungenial is the clime, Where its honors blow. Youth says, 'The purple flowers are mine,' Which die the while they glow. II Dear the boon to Fancy given, Retracted whilst it's granted: Sweet the rose which lives in heaven, Although on earth 't is planted, Where its honors blow, While by earth's slaves the leaves are riven Which die the while they glow. III Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can blast the flower, Even when in most unwary hour It blooms in Fancy's bower. Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can rend the shrine In which its vermeil splendors shine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR BALLADE OF SCHOPENHAUER'S PHILOSOPHY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |