Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

Villanelle - Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

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,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!

Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!

Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!

Form: Villanelle


Comments about Villanelle by Ernest Christopher Dowson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: child, flower, children, sleep



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Hata Bildir]