Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

Jadis - Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
In Cupid's train we were enrolled:
Erewhile!
Your little hands were clasped in mine,
Your head all ruddy and sun-gold
Lay on my breast which was your shrine,
And all the tale of love was told:
Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
And fires fade out which were not cold,
Erewhile.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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