Autumnal by Ernest Dowson, from Verses, 1896 Pale amber sunlight falls across    The reddening October trees,    That hardly sway before a breeze As soft as summer: summer’s loss    Seems little, dear! on days like these. Let misty autumn be our part!    The twilight of the year is sweet:    Where shadow and the darkness meet Our […]

A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand ; The day is overworn, the birds all flown ; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown ; Despair and death ; deep darkness o’er the land, Broods like an owl: we cannot understand Laughter or […]