The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||
CEASE, FOOLISH ROSEBUD
Cease, foolish rosebud, cease unfolding
So fast thy bosom's guarded sweetness!
Thy charm was a most rich withholding;
Thy beauty, a perfect incompleteness.
So fast thy bosom's guarded sweetness!
Thy charm was a most rich withholding;
Thy beauty, a perfect incompleteness.
Ah, by thy youth to-day enchanted,
I must endure a honied sorrow,
Finding thy lovely self supplanted
By thy yet lovelier self to-morrow.
I must endure a honied sorrow,
Finding thy lovely self supplanted
By thy yet lovelier self to-morrow.
The Poems of Sir William Watson | ||