Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

Lord Alfred Douglas Poems

1. Harmonic Du Soir 4/12/2010
2. Night Coming Out Of A Garden 4/12/2010
3. Plainte Eternelle 4/12/2010
4. The Shark 7/1/2016
5. The Ballad Of Saint Vitus 4/12/2010
6. To L — 4/12/2010
7. Ode To Autumn 4/12/2010
8. Night Coming Into A Garden 4/12/2010
9. Perkin Warbeck 4/12/2010
10. Vae Victis! 4/12/2010
11. The Travelling Companion 4/12/2010
12. A Song 4/12/2010
13. To Sleep 4/12/2010
14. The Garden Of Death 4/12/2010
15. Rejected 4/12/2010
16. A Winter Sunset 4/12/2010
17. Jonquil And Fleur-De-Lys 4/12/2010
18. To Shakespeare 4/12/2010
19. Le Balcon 4/12/2010
20. Sonnet On The Sonnet 1/1/2004
21. In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas 4/12/2010
22. A Prayer 4/12/2010
23. Impression De Nuit ( London ) 1/1/2004
24. Ennui 4/12/2010
25. Spring 4/12/2010
26. Not All The Singers Of A Thousand Years 1/1/2004
27. The City Of The Soul: Ii 1/1/2004
28. The Green River 1/1/2004
29. The Dead Poet 1/1/2004
30. Autumn Days 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Lord Alfred Douglas

Autumn Days

I have been through the woods to-day
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling.

And the bracken was like yellow gold
That comes too late,
When the heart is sad and old,
And death at the gate.

Ah, mournful Autumn ! Sad,
Slow death that comes at last,
I am mad for a yesterday, mad !
I am sick for a year that is past!

Though the sun be like blood in the sky
He is cold as the lips of hate,
And he fires the sere leaves as they lie
On their bed of earth, too late.

They are dead, and the bare ...

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The City Of The Soul: Ii

What shall we do, my soul, to please the King?
Seeing he hath no pleasure in the dance,
And hath condemned the honeyed utterance
Of silver flutes and mouths made round to sing.
Along the wall red roses climb and cling,
And oh! my prince, lift up thy countenance,
For there be thoughts like roses that entrance
More than the languors of soft lute-playing.

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