|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
QUID NON SPEREMUS, AMANTES, by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why is there in the least touch of her hands Last Line: Whose thorns are sweet as never roses are! | |||
WHY is there in the least touch of her hands More grace than other womens' lips bestow, If love is but a slave in fleshly bands Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go? Why choose vain grief and heavy-hearted hours For her lost voice, and dear remembered hair, If love may cull his honey from all flowers, And girls grow thick as violets, everywhere? Nay! She is gone, and all things fall apart; Or she is cold, and vainly have we prayed; And broken is the summer's splendid heart, And hope within a deep, dark grave is laid. As man aspires and falls, yet a soul springs Out of his agony of flesh at last, So love that flesh enthralls, shall rise on wings Soul-centred, when the rule of flesh is past. Then, most High Love, or wreathed with myrtle sprays, Or crownless and forlorn, nor less a star, Thee may I serve and follow, all my days, Whose thorns are sweet as never roses are! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O MORS! QUAM AMARA EST MEMORIA TUA HOMINI PACEM HABENTI by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON TO ONE IN BEDLAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON A CORONAL; WITH HIS SONGS AND HER DAYS TO HIS LADY & TO LOVE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON A LAST WORD by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON A REQUIEM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON A SONG by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON A VALEDICTION by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON AD DOMNULAM SUAM by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON AD MANUS PUELLAE; FOR LEONARD SMITHERS by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON AMANTIUM IRAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON |
|