More quotes by Ernest Dowson
O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
And fires fade out which were not cold,
Erewhile.
Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild,
But there, beside the altar, there, is rest.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng.
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