The Rose Withers
You'd seen the rose blossom among the greens,
Where soft winds blow peace on a blissful morn?
You'd loved the cool beauty of its serene
Flow'rs wet with dews of the night that'd just gone?
You'd smelt the scent of its pleasant odour
Sailing into your e'er waiting nostrils?
You'd held its tender arms in full honour,
And felt the sharp thorns that might your flesh drill?
Do yet stroll in the garden at even,
When the sun had travelled across the sky,
And its burning gleam o'er the earth smothered;
When cool winds could, as yet, be a haven,
And the shady dusk gently drawing nigh:
You'd find that the blossomed rose had withered!
You wondered at its soft tender petals;
Lest your fingers should let its freshness slip,
And to stall its harm, you'd held its sepals
As firm as you'd hold a babe in your grip.
You cherished its strength in the windy morn
When you knew it stood firm in its green stalk;
And you'd hardly known it would e'er be gone
When you are up for the next morning walk.
As you look now into its weak dried form,
Bent beneath the harsh rays of the sun's scourge,
Its beaut' lost like a faded purple silk,
You wonder if this be a normal norm
That raise men's excitement with a great surge,
Only to fail as a sour-turned sweet milk!
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Submitted on March 05, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
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| Words | 235 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 14, 14 |
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