Thy petals yet are closely curled, <br />Rose of the world, <br />Around their scented, golden core; <br />Nor yet has Summer purpled o'er <br />Thy tender clusters that begin <br />To swell within <br />The dewy vine-leaves' early screen <br />Of sheltering green. <br /> <br /> <br />O hearts that are Love's helpless prey, <br />While yet you may, <br />Fly, ere the shaft is on the string! <br />The fire that now is smouldering <br />Shall be the conflagration soon <br />Whose paths are strewn <br />With torment of blanched lips and eyes <br />That agonize.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-theme-in-the-greek-anthology/
