Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson

To a Lost Love

I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies
Betwixt our separate ways;
For vainly my heart prays,
Hope droops her head and dies;
I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes.

I did not heed, and yet the stars were clear;
Dreaming that love could mate
Lives grown so separate;--
But at the best, my dear,
I see we should not have been very near.

I knew the end before the end was nigh:
The stars have grown so plain;
Vainly I sigh, in vain
For things that come to some,
But unto you and me will never come. 

1. Epigram
2. Growth
3. Amantium Irae
4. Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
5. Breton Afternoon

Stephen Phillips To a Lost Love ("I cannot look upon thy grave")

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