Ernest dowson poems for mothers

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A Coronal With His Songs And Her Days To His Lady And To Love

Violets and leaves of vine,

A Last Word

Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;

A Requiem

Neobule, being tired,

A Song

All that a man may pray,

A Valediction

If we must part,

Ad Domnulam Suam

Little lady of my heart!

Ad Manus Puellae

I was always a lover of ladies' hands!

After Paul Verlaine

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Amantium Irae

When this, our rose, is faded,

Amor Profanus

Beyond the pale of memory,

Amor Umbratilis

A gift of Silence, sweet!

April Love

We have walked in Love's land a little way,

Autumnal

Pale amber sunlight falls across

Beata Solitudo

What land of Silence,

Benedictio Domini

Without, the sullen noises of the street!

Beyond

Love's aftermath!

I think the time is now

Breton Afternoon

Here, where the breath of the scented-gorse floats through the sun-stained air,

Carthusians

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