“Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.” LifeDeathPoetryLivingTransience Book:The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson Source: The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson
“They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.” LongDreamDeathPathFlowerWineRoseEnjoymentMisty Author:Ernest Dowson
