The Poems of Ernest Dowson

Index by First Line


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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