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Alfred Bruce Douglas (Альфред Брюс Дуглас)


To L —


Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
With memories? Oh ! I had clean made end
Of all that time, I had made haste to send
My soul into red places, and to light
A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.
What I have woven hast thou come to rend?

In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills



Alfred Bruce Douglas's other poems:
  1. Perkin Warbeck
  2. The Green River
  3. The Ballad of Saint Vitus
  4. Jonquil and Fleur-de-lys
  5. Le Balcon


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