Ernest Christopher Dowson

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

A Song Of The Setting Sun - Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

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.


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  • Gold Star - 33,355 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/11/2014 9:33:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem with so much meanings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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