A Song Of The Setting Sun Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

A Song Of The Setting Sun

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A song of the setting sun!
The sky in the west is red,
And the day is all but done;
While yonder up overhead,
All too soon,
There rises so cold the cynic moon.

A Song of a Winter day!
The wind of the north doth blow,
From a sky that's chill and gray,
On fields where no crops now grow,
Fields long shorn
Of bearded barley and golden corn.

A song of a faded flower!
'Twas plucked in the tender bud,
And fair and fresh for an hour,
In a Lady's hair it stood,
Now, ah! now,
Faded it lies in the dust and low.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeeb Alfateh 28 June 2019

A Song of a Winter day! The wind of the north doth blow, From a sky that's chill and gray, On fields where no crops now grow, Fields long shorn Of bearded barley and golden corn. superb poem love it love 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Ratnakar Mandlik 17 December 2016

Fair and fresh for an hour And now, Faded it lies in the dust and low. Great conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.

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M Asim Nehal 17 December 2016

I really enjoyed reading this song it has got rhythm, flow and words

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Very beautiful poem with so much meanings.

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