When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.
'Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
When The Rose Is Faded
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: breath, dark, death, grief, life, memory, passion, rose, sorrow, earth, sweet, smell, thought, beauty, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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