Ernest Christopher Dowson - The Garden of Shadow

Ernest Christopher Dowson - The Garden of Shadow

Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind br Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close br Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find br One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose. br br O bright, bright hair! O mouth like a ripe fruit! br Can famine be so nigh to harvesting? br Love, that was songful, with a broken lute br In grass of graveyards goeth murmuring. br br Let the wind blow against the perfect flowers, br And all thy garden change and glow with spring: br Love is grown blind with no more count of hours br Nor part in seed-time nor in harvesting.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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