Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose,
The beauties of thy leaves disclose!
-But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey
In this sweet offspring of a day.
That miracle of face must fail,
Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail:
Swift as the short-lived flower they fly,
At morn they bloom, at evening die:
Though Sickness yet a while forbears,
Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares:
Now Helen lives alone in fame,
And Cleopatra's but a name:
Time must indent that heavenly brow,
And thou must be what they are now.
The Rosebud
William Broome
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Poem topics: alone, flower, rose, evening, face, miracle, queen, short, swift, Valentine's Day, bloom, time, sweet, sickness, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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