On May 8, 1:58=A0pm, Gene <g...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> =A0By the sad waters of separation
> =A0Where we have wandered by divers ways,
> =A0I have but the shadow and imitation
> =A0Of the old memorial days.
>
> =A0In music I have no consolation,
> =A0No roses are pale enough for me;
> =A0The sound of the waters of separation
> =A0Surpasseth roses and melody.
>
> =A0By the sad waters of separation
> =A0Dimly I hear from an hidden place
> =A0The sigh of mine ancient adoration:
> =A0Hardly can I remember your face.
>
> =A0If you be dead, no proclamation
> =A0Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea:
> =A0Living, the waters of separation
> =A0Sever for ever your soul from me.
>
> =A0No man knoweth our desolation;
> =A0Memory pales of the old delight;
> =A0While the sad waters of separation
> =A0Bear us on to the ultimate night.
>
> 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.
First Andrew Marvel now Dawson. Can W. B. Yeats
be far behind?
Hard to believe those guys preceeded
Eliot and Pound.
It seems to me it should have been the
Other way around.
Good choice, Gene.
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