The Secret Rose Comments

Erratum! In the lines. » And till a hundred 'moms' had flowered red / Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead; « the word 'moms' should read 'morns', as in 'mornings'...!

These lines are so beautifully written: - - - - - - - - - - - - - -] I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die? Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows, Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?

......wondefully penned and most excellent metaphor ★

Intelligent and very gifted poet.