Ernest Christopher Dowson

(2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900 / London / England)

Ernest Christopher Dowson Poems

1. A Coronal 4/19/2010
2. A Last Word 12/31/2002
3. A Requiem 4/19/2010
4. A Song Of The Setting Sun 1/3/2003
5. A Valediction 4/19/2010
6. Ad Domnulam Suam 12/31/2002
7. Ad Manus Puellae 4/19/2010
8. After Paul Verlaine-I 4/19/2010
9. After Paul Verlaine-Ii 4/19/2010
10. After Paul Verlaine-Iii 4/19/2010
11. Amantium Irae 4/19/2010
12. Amor Profanus 5/14/2001
13. Amor Umbratilis 4/19/2010
14. April Love 12/31/2002
15. Autumnal 4/19/2010
16. Beata Solitudo 4/19/2010
17. Benedictio Domini 4/19/2010
18. Beyond 1/3/2003
19. Breton Afternoon 4/19/2010
20. Carthusians 4/19/2010
21. Cease Smilng, Dear! A Little While Be Sad 4/19/2010
22. Chanson Sans Paroles 4/19/2010
23. Cynara 4/19/2010
24. De Amore 4/19/2010
25. Dregs 4/19/2010
26. Epigram 12/31/2002
27. Exchanges 12/31/2002
28. Exile 4/19/2010
29. Extreme Unction 4/19/2010
30. Flos Lunae 4/19/2010
31. Grey Nights 1/3/2003
32. Growth 12/31/2002
33. If We Must Part 1/3/2003
34. Impentitent Ultima 4/19/2010
35. In A Breton Cemetery 12/31/2002
36. In Spring 4/19/2010
37. In Tempore Senectutis 12/31/2002
38. Jadis 12/31/2002
39. Libera Me 4/19/2010
40. Moritura 4/19/2010
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April Love

We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?

A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips forgot
How the shadows fall when 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,
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Villanelle

Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!

Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.

My white bird, seek thy nest,

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