Bare; on the grim horizon blow <br />The weeping, wailing winds of woe. <br />The individual crying in the wilderness, <br />The frail voice of Winter's sorrow. <br /> <br />Gone, the sun! Gone, the light! <br />Gone, the breaking day! <br />An English rose bled in her bed and <br />Fell into an English grave.<br /><br />Floyd Zimmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grave-of-the-albion-rose/
