Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)

Beyond

Love's aftermath! I think the time is now
That we must gather in, alone, apart
The saddest crop of all the crops that grow,
Love's aftermath.
Ah, sweet,--sweet yesterday, the tears that start
Can not put back the dial; this is, I trow,
Our harvesting! Thy kisses chill my heart,
Our lips are cold; averted eyes avow
The twilight of poor love: we can but part,
Dumbly and sadly, reaping as we sow,
Love's aftermath. 

1. Beata Solitudo
2. Growth
3. Vanitas
4. Villanelle of Marguerite's
5. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Beyond ("Hangs stormed with stars the night")

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