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 (12)

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.
This poem at first sight has a sad face. But if love lies bleeding refers to the exquisite flowers (their name) that adorn the earth with their plumes of green or red flowers, then indeed let love scarce recover from bleeding, by Jove! ! Let hope and joy, wind winged enjoy these before they die! ! What an intriguing poem...very artfully crafted. Lovit...👌💖
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
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