A Song Of The Setting Sun Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
A Song Of The Setting Sun
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.
Fair and fresh for an hour And now, Faded it lies in the dust and low. Great conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.
I really enjoyed reading this song it has got rhythm, flow and words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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. superb poem love it love 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++