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Poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson


Terre Promise


Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair
Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by,
Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly:
What things unspoken trembled in the air!

Always I know, how little severs me
From mine heart's country, that is yet so far;
And must I lean and long across a bar,
That half a word would shatter utterly?

Ah might it be, that just by touch of hand,
Or speaking silence, shall the barrier fall;
And she shall pass, with no vain words at all,
But droop into mine arms, and understand! 



Ernest Christopher Dowson


Ernest Christopher Dowson's other poems:
  1. Epigram
  2. Amantium Irae
  3. Vesperal
  4. Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?
  5. Seraphita


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