Love lies bleeding in the bed
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,
Pride of princes: nor shall maid or
Find on earth a fairer sign worth heeding.
Yet may love, sore wounded scarce
Strength and spirit again, with life receding:
Hope and joy, wind-winged, about him hover: Love lies bleeding.
