Rose of the garden's roses, what pale wind Has scattered those flushed petals in an hour, And the close leaves of all the alleys thinned, What re-awakening wind, O sad enchantress banished to a flower? Parsifal has out-blushed the roses: dead Is all the garden of the world's delight, And every rose of joy has drooped its head, And for sweet shame is dead; Sweet joy being shameful in the pure fool's sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY CARY by BEN JONSON POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE AN ODE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) OUT OF AN OLD BOOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ANGEL BOUQUETS by EMILY DICKINSON |