Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

Ernest Christopher Dowson Poems

41. My Lady April 4/19/2010
42. Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae 5/14/2001
43. Nuns Of The Perpetual Adoration 12/31/2002
44. O Mors! Quam Amara Est Memoria Tua Homini Pacem Habenti In Substantiis Suis 4/19/2010
45. On The Birth Of A Friend's Child 4/19/2010
46. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes? 4/19/2010
47. Rondeau 4/19/2010
48. Saint Germain-En-Laye 4/19/2010
49. Sapientia Lunae 4/19/2010
50. Seraphita 4/19/2010
51. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades 4/19/2010
52. Spleen 1/3/2003
53. Terre Promise 4/19/2010
54. The Dead Child 4/19/2010
55. The Garden Of Shadow 1/3/2003
56. The Moon Maiden's Song 12/31/2002
57. The Sea-Change 4/19/2010
58. The Three Witches 4/19/2010
59. This Libation, Cupid, Take 1/3/2003
60. To A Lady Asking Foolish Questions 4/19/2010
61. To A Lost Love 4/19/2010
62. To His Mistress 4/19/2010
63. To One In Bedlam 12/31/2002
64. To William Theodore Peters On His Renaissance Cloak 4/19/2010
65. Transition 4/19/2010
66. Vain Hope 4/19/2010
67. Vanitas 4/19/2010
68. Venite Descendamus 4/19/2010
69. Vesperal 4/19/2010
70. Villanelle 1/3/2003
71. Villanelle Of Acheron 4/19/2010
72. Villanelle Of His Lady’s Treasures 4/19/2010
73. Villanelle Of Marguerite's 4/19/2010
74. Villanelle Of Sunset 4/19/2010
75. Villanelle Of The Poet's Road 1/3/2003
76. Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam 5/14/2001
77. What Is Love? 12/31/2002
78. Who Is This Mortal 1/3/2003
79. Wisdom 4/19/2010
80. You Would Have Understood Me, Had You Waited 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Ernest Christopher Dowson

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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Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
The saddest crop of all the crops that grow,
Love's aftermath.
Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start
Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow,
Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart,
Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow
The twilight of poor love: we can but part,

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