A Dead Rose Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A Dead Rose

Rating: 3.5


O Rose! who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,---
Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee.

The breeze that used to blow thee
Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away
An odour up the lane to last all day,---
If breathing now,---unsweetened would forego thee.

The sun that used to smite thee,
And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn,
Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn,---
If shining now,---with not a hue would light thee.

The dew that used to wet thee,
And, white first, grow incarnadined, because
It lay upon thee where the crimson was,---
If dropping now,---would darken where it met thee.

The fly that lit upon thee,
To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet,
Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat,---
If lighting now,---would coldly overrun thee.

The bee that once did suck thee,
And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,
And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive,---
If passing now,---would blindly overlook thee.

The heart doth recognise thee,
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete,---
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold
As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold!---
Lie still upon this heart---which breaks below thee!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Marvelo Riddle 12 April 2013

I am Lord Voldemort and I will devour your soul

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Carlos Echeverria 12 April 2012

Such elegance in rhyme and meter; so sweet sounding and heart-pounding.

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Beca Sawatzky 14 May 2007

I Really don't like Her poems at all. they don't make any sense to me and they have nothing to do with personal life.

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Liz Elizabeth 07 August 2007

hey, you are really talented! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! altought we have the same name....but i thing there had a lot of differences between us! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! i am sure i'll dont have such a good poem, even the next 10 years...hahahaha^_^great job.

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Hardik Vaidya 12 April 2013

I normally am blind and dud to appreciate old poetry, this one perhaps helped me feel I am not that dumb after all. What a Masterpeice.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 13 August 2021

Yes, and the heart doth owe thee More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold! --- Lie still upon this heart---which breaks below thee! Most beautifully worded!

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 October 2020

The fly that lit upon thee, To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet, Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat, - - If lighting now, - -would coldly overrun thee. a very fine poem. tony

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Leon s 18 September 2018

Nice poem, nice find

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Nice creation 09/03/2018

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Amar Agarwala 05 November 2016

A lovely composition, beautiful description fused with rare warmth.

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