To a Rose
A sunbeam warm'd thee into bloom;
A zephyr's kiss thy blushes gave;
The tears of evening shed perfume—
And morning beam'd upon thy grave!
How like to thine, thou transient flower!
The doom of all we love on earth—
Beauty, like thee, but decks an hour,
Decay feeds on it from its birth.
Like thee the warrior in his pride;
Morn sees him clad in bright array;
He meets the foe—at eventide
Where is that warrior?—pass'd away!
Like thee, like thee, thou fragile flower!
The doom of all we prize on earth;
Brief as thy date on summer's bower
Is wisdom, valour, genius, worth!
Before Time's baleful glances fall
Alike the timid and the brave;
One common doom destroyeth all—
Time thou'rt a Vampire!—Earth's a grave!
A zephyr's kiss thy blushes gave;
The tears of evening shed perfume—
And morning beam'd upon thy grave!
How like to thine, thou transient flower!
The doom of all we love on earth—
Beauty, like thee, but decks an hour,
Decay feeds on it from its birth.
Like thee the warrior in his pride;
Morn sees him clad in bright array;
He meets the foe—at eventide
Where is that warrior?—pass'd away!
Like thee, like thee, thou fragile flower!
The doom of all we prize on earth;
Brief as thy date on summer's bower
Is wisdom, valour, genius, worth!
Before Time's baleful glances fall
Alike the timid and the brave;
One common doom destroyeth all—
Time thou'rt a Vampire!—Earth's a grave!
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