Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)
Beyond
Love's aftermath! I think the time is now That we must gather in, alone, apart The saddest crop of all the crops that grow, Love's aftermath. Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow, Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart, Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow The twilight of poor love: we can but part, Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow, Love's aftermath.
Ernest Christopher Dowson’s other poems:
- Villanelle of Marguerite’s
- Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
- Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?
- Epigram
- Vain Resolves
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