by: William Broome (1689-1745)
of fragrance, lovely Rose,
- The beauties of thy leaves disclose!
- --But thou, fair Nymph, thyself survey
- In this sweet offspring of a day.
- That miracle of face must fail,
- Thy charms are sweet, but charms are frail:
- Swift as the short-lived flower they fly,
- At morn they bloom, at evening die:
- Though Sickness yet a while forbears,
- Yet Time destroys what Sickness spares:
- Now Helen lives alone in fame,
- And Cleopatra's but a name:
- Time must indent that heavenly brow,
- And thou must be what they are now.
POEMS BY WILLIAM BROOME
"The Rosebud" is reprinted
from The Oxford book of English Verse. Ed. Arthur Thomas
Quiller-Couch. Oxford: Clarendon, 1919.