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

The Dead Poet

I dreamed of him last night, I saw his face
All radiant and unshadowed of distress,
And as of old, in music measureless,
I heard his golden voice and marked him trace
Under the common thing the hidden grace,
And conjure wonder out of emptiness,
Till mean things put on beauty like a dress
And all the world was an enchanted place.

And then methought outside a fast locked gate
I mourned the loss of unrecorded words,
Forgotten tales and mysteries half said,
Wonders that might have been articulate,
And voiceless thoughts like murdered singing ...

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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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