Robert Hamerling

(24 March 1830 – 13 July 1889 / Kirchberg)

The Lion And The Rose - Poem by Robert Hamerling

On a deep red rose
The angry lion trod
His paw caught fast the thorn
Of this delicate bud.

His paw swelled large;
In angry pain he died.
Refreshed, the red rose drank
The early morning dew.

Be the delicate ever so delicate,
The rough ever so rough,
That which is fragile, gentle, pure —
Beauty, triumphs over all.
This mood — we can see it in everything he wrote — accompanied Hamerling through his life:
Be the delicate ever so delicate,
The rough ever so rough,
That which is fragile, gentle, pure —
Beauty, triumphs over all.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 19, 2012


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