Ernest Christopher Dowson (2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900 / London / England)
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
Ernest Christopher Dowson's Other Poems
- A Coronal
- A Last Word
- A Requiem
- A Song of the setting sun
- A Valediction
- Ad Domnulam Suam
- Ad Manus Puellae
- After Paul Verlaine-I
- After Paul Verlaine-II
- After Paul Verlaine-III
- Amantium Irae
- Amor Profanus
- Amor Umbratilis
- April Love
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