(5 April 1837 - 10 April 1909 / London)

Love Lies Bleeding

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her:
Love lies bleeding.

Stately shine his purple plumes, exceeding
Pride of princes: nor shall maid or lover
Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.

Yet may love, sore wounded scarce recover
Strength and spirit again, with life receding:
Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover:
Love lies bleeding.

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Comments (11)

A beautiful poem on love and bleeding nicely executed. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
Very nice poem on bleeding love indeed. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing such a nice poem.
Very nice poem on bleeding love indeed. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.
As love lies bleeding, we have no well love; we have ill love, so soon we should medicate to get the love come round, congratulations,10
Love lies bleeding and then we are shedding tears with unhurt oceanic eyes!
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