Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies bleeding.
Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding
Pride of princes: nor shall maid or lover
Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.
Yet may love, sore wounded scarce recover
Strength and spirit again, with life receding:
Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover:
Love lies bleeding.
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It's very beautiful, with sweet metaphors and rhyme. I love it a lot. Glad I clicked the link.
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Hey,
Algernon ... tell us about the hermaphrodites again LOL
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I pleasure to read...and very inspiring...I'm glad I stumbled here..
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this poem has been either directly quoted from or alluded to so many times (think music, advertising and tv) that it is almost surprising to read the original. despite the regal connotations, i feel the intent is very raw. i have enjoyed reading it.
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