Ernest Christopher Dowson (Эрнест Кристофер Доусон)

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What is Love?
Is it a folly,
Is it mirth, or melancholy?
Joys above,
Are there many, or not any?
What is Love?

If you please,
A most sweet folly!
Full of mirth and melancholy:
Both of these!
In its sadness worth all gladness,
If you please!

Prithee where,
Goes Love a-hiding?
Is he long in his abiding
Anywhere?
Can you bind him when you find him;
Prithee, where?

With spring days
Love comes and dallies:
Upon the mountains, through the valleys
Lie Love's ways.
Then he leaves you and deceives you
In spring days. - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/What-Is-Love-#sthash.Ei6VQtev.dpuf

1. Даме, задающей глупые вопросы • To a Lady Asking Foolish Questions
2. On the Birth of a Friend's Child
3. Villanelle of Sunset
4. Ad Manus Puellae
5. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?

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