The Poems of Ernest Dowson

Index by First Line

Decorations

Published posthumously 1900

Ah, Manon, say, why is it we

A little while to walk with thee, dear child

All that a man may pray

All that I had I brought

All the moon-shed nights are over

Around were all the roses red

A song of the setting sun!

By the pale marge of Acheron

The cherry-coloured velvet of your cloak

Erewhile, before the world was old

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof

Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend!

Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats...

Into the lonely park all frozen fast

I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies

Let be at last; give over words and sighing

Let us go hence: the night is now at hand

Love’s aftermath! I think the time is now

Love wine and beauty and the spring

See how the trees and the osiers lithe

Shall one be sorrowful because of love

Sleep on, dear, now

Tears fall within mine heart

There comes an end to summer

The sky is up above the roof

They sleep well here

Through the green boughs I hardly saw thy face

Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire

Where river and ocean meet in a great tempestuous frown

Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far

Wine and woman and song

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