Lord Alfred Douglas (1870 - 1945 / England)
In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this
Since many days, the tribute of a song.
Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong
To any man ? No, therefore though I miss
All art, all skill, in this short armistice
From my soul's war against the bitter throng
Of present woes, let these poor lines be strong
In love enough to bear a brother's kiss.
Dear saint, true knight, I cannot weep for you,
Nor if I could would I call back the breath
To your dear body ; God is very wise,
All that this year had in its womb He knew,
And, loving you, He sent His Son like Death,
To put His hand over your kind gray eyes.
Lord Alfred Douglas's Other Poems
- A Prayer
- A Song
- A Winter Sunset
- Autumn Days
- Harmonic Du Soir
- Impression de Nuit ( London )
- In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas
- Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys
- Le Balcon
- Night Coming Into A Garden
- Night Coming Out Of A Garden
- Not all the singers of a thousand years
- Ode To Autumn
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