Roses can wound, <br />But not from having thorns they do most harm; <br />Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon'd, <br />Deep in the soul alarm. <br />And it hath been deep within my heart like fear, <br />Girl, when you are near. <br />The mist of sense, <br />Wherein the soul goes shielded, can divide, <br />And she must cringe and be ashamed, and wince, <br />Not in appearance hide <br />Of rose or girl from the blazing mastery <br />Of bared Eternity.<br /><br />Lascelles Abercrombie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-can-wound/
