“AUTUMNAL 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… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees… 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,… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara!… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild; But there, beside the altar, there, is rest. -from "Nuns of the Perpetual Adoration” — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired.” — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“Say, doth she weep for very wantonness? Or is it that she dimly doth foresee Across her youth the joys grow less and less… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“AUTUMNAL Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer's loss Seems little,… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“I am not sorrowful but I am tired Of everything that I ever desired.” — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for awhile, then closes Within a… — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
