When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days,....

“ When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once more come together,Shall we forgive the past,And safe from worldly weatherPossess our souls at last? ”

Ernest Dowson

From : The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson