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:

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

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Katharine Bates (Кэтрин Бейтс) Beyond (“COLOSSAL orb of space”)
  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Beyond (“Hangs stormed with stars the night”)
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Beyond (“It seemeth such a little way to me”)




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