The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson - With a memoir by Arthur Symons by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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We were twined together, joined lips, forgot
How the shadows fall when the day is done, And when Love is not. We have made no vows--there will none be broke, Our love was free as the wind on the hill, There was no word said we need wish unspoke, We have wrought no ill. So shall we not part at the end of day, Who have loved and lingered a little while, Join lips for the last time, go our way, With a sigh, a smile? VAIN HOPE Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, Though late it be, though lily-time be past, Though all the summer skies be overcast, Haply I will go down to her, some day, And cast my rests of life before her feet, That she may have her will of me, being so sweet And none gainsay! So might she look on me with pitying eyes, And lay calm hands of healing on my head: "_Because of thy long pains be comforted; For I, even I, am Love: sad soul, arise!_" So, for her graciousness, I might at last |
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