Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

Epigram - Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Because I am idolotrous and have besought
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my love has wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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