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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPLEEN; FOR ARTHUR SYMONS, by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I was not sorrowful, I could not weep Last Line: With all my memories that could not sleep. | |||
I WAS not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watched it change. All day till evening I watched the rain Beat wearily upon the window pane. I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired. Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me The shadow of a shadow utterly. All day mine hunger for her heart became Oblivion, until the evening came, And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep, With all my memories that could not sleep. | 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 |
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