Edward Dowden

(3 May 1843 - 4 April 1913 / Co. Cork / Ireland)

Edward Dowden Poems

1. In The Garden Viii: Later Autumn 1/1/2004
2. In The Garden Iv: The Singer 1/1/2004
3. Communion 1/1/2004
4. In The Garden Ii: Visions 1/1/2004
5. Love’s Lord 1/1/2004
6. In The Garden V: A Summer Moon 1/1/2004
7. Awakening 1/1/2004
8. By The Window 1/1/2004
9. In The Cathedral Close 1/1/2004
10. In September 1/1/2004
11. In The Garden Vi: A Peach 1/1/2004
12. Deus Absconditus 1/1/2004
13. Durer's 'Melencholia' 1/1/2004
14. In The Garden Iii: An Interior 1/1/2004
15. The Secret Of The Universe 1/1/2004
16. In The Garden Vii: Early Autumn 1/1/2004
17. Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa' 1/1/2004
18. In July 1/1/2004
19. In The Cathedral 1/1/2004
20. A New Hymn For Solitude 1/1/2004
21. The Initiation 1/1/2004
22. In The Garden I: The Garden 1/1/2004
23. First Love 4/16/2010
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First Love

My long first year of perfect love,
My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
I was a chubby boy.

I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,
A belt, a crown was on it;
She wore some angel's kind of dress
And such a tiny bonnet,

Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place;
A little maid with violet eyes,
And sunshine in her face.

O my child-queen, in those lost days
How sweet was daily living!
How humble and how proud I grew,
How rich by merely giving!

She went to school, the parlour-maid
Slow ...

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Leonardo's 'Monna Lisa'

MAKE thyself known, Sibyl, or let despair
Of knowing thee be absolute; I wait
Hour-long and waste a soul. What word of fate
Hides 'twixt the lips which smile and still forbear?
Secret perfection! Mystery too fair!
Tangle the sense no more lest I should hate
Thy delicate tyranny, the inviolate
Poise of thy folded hands, thy fallen hair.
Nay, nay,--I wrong thee with rough words; still be

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