Edward Dowden

(3 May 1843 - 4 April 1913 / Co. Cork / Ireland)

Edward Dowden Poems

1. A New Hymn For Solitude 1/1/2004
2. Awakening 1/1/2004
3. By The Window 1/1/2004
4. Communion 1/1/2004
5. Deus Absconditus 1/1/2004
6. Durer's 'Melencholia' 1/1/2004
7. First Love 4/16/2010
8. In July 1/1/2004
9. In September 1/1/2004
10. In The Cathedral 1/1/2004
11. In The Cathedral Close 1/1/2004
12. In The Garden I: The Garden 1/1/2004
13. In The Garden Ii: Visions 1/1/2004
14. In The Garden Iii: An Interior 1/1/2004
15. In The Garden Iv: The Singer 1/1/2004
16. In The Garden V: A Summer Moon 1/1/2004
17. In The Garden Vi: A Peach 1/1/2004
18. In The Garden Vii: Early Autumn 1/1/2004
19. In The Garden Viii: Later Autumn 1/1/2004
20. Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa' 1/1/2004
21. Love’s Lord 1/1/2004
22. The Initiation 1/1/2004
23. The Secret Of The Universe 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Edward Dowden

In The Garden I: The Garden

PAST the town's clamour is a garden full
Of loneness and old greenery; at noon
When birds are hush'd, save one dim cushat's croon,
A ripen'd silence hangs beneath the cool
Great branches; basking roses dream and drop
A petal, and dream still; and summer's boon
Of mellow grasses, to be levell'd soon
By a dew-drenched scythe, will hardly stop
At the uprunning mounds of chestnut trees.
Still let me muse in this rich haunt by day,
And know all night in dusky placidness
It lies beneath the summer, while great ease
Broods in the leaves, and every light...

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Deus Absconditus

SINCE Thou dost clothe Thyself to-day in cloud,
Lord God in heaven, and no voice low or loud
Proclaims Thee,--see, I turn me to the Earth,
Its wisdom and its sorrow and its mirth,
Thy Earth perchance, but sure my very own,
And precious to me grows the clod, the stone,
A voiceless moor's brooding monotony,
A keen star quivering through the sunset dye,
Young wrinkled beech leaves, saturate with light,

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