Ernest Christopher Dowson - Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?

Ernest Christopher Dowson - Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?

Why is there in the least touch of her hands br More grace than other women's lips bestow, br If love is but a slave in fleshly bands br Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go? br br Why choose vain grief and heavy-hearted hours br For her lost voice, and dear remembered hair, br If love may cull his honey from all flowers, br And girls grow thick as violets, everywhere? br br Nay! She is gone, and all things fall apart; br Or she is cold, and vainly have we prayed; br And broken is the summer's splendid heart, br And hope within a deep, dark grave is laid. br br As man aspires and falls, yet a soul springs br Out of his agony of flesh at last, br So love that flesh enthralls, shall rise on wings br Soul-centred, when the rule of flesh is past.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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