Lord Alfred Douglas

(1870 - 1945 / England)

To L — - Poem by Lord Alfred Douglas

Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end
Of all that time, I had made haste to send
My soul into red places, and to light
A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.
What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?

In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills


Comments about To L — by Lord Alfred Douglas

  • Sanjukta Sahoo (3/2/2018 12:53:00 AM)


    Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
    Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills
    Great poem.
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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (3/2/2018 12:50:00 AM)


    In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
    Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
    Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
    A great poem shared.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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