Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)

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A song of the setting sun!
The sky in the west is red,
And the day is all but done;
While yonder up overhead,
All too soon,
There rises so cold the cynic moon.

A Song of a Winter day!
The wind of the north doth blow,
From a sky that's chill and gray,
On fields where no crops now grow,
Fields long shorn
Of bearded barley and golden corn.

A song of a faded flower!
'Twas plucked in the tender bud,
And fair and fresh for an hour,
In a Lady's hair it stood,
Now, ah! now,
Faded it lies in the dust and low. 

Ernest Christopher Dowson’s other poems:

  1. Villanelle of Marguerite’s
  2. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
  3. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?
  4. Epigram
  5. Vain Resolves




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