Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

Ernest Christopher Dowson Quotes


    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,