with a MEMOIR by ARTHUR SYMONS
MEMOIR. By Arthur Symons
Nuns of the Perpetual Adoration
Villanelle of Sunset
My Lady April
To One in Bedlam
Ad Domnulam Suam
Amor Umbratilis
Amor Profanus
Villanelle of Marguerites
Yvonne of Brittany
Benedictio Domini
Growth
Ad Manus Puellae
Flos Lunae
Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae
Vanitas
Exile
Spleen
O Mors! quam amara est memoria tua homini pacem
habenti in substantiis suis
"You would have understood me, had you waited"
April Love
Vain Hope
Vain Resolves
A Requiem
Beata Solitudo
Terre Promise
Autumnal
In Tempore Senectutis
Villanelle of his Lady's Treasures
Gray Nights
Vesperal
The Garden of Shadow
Soli cantare periti Arcades
On the Birth of a Friend's Child
Extreme Unction
Amantium Irae
Impenitentia Ultima
A Valediction
Sapientia Lunae
"Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad"
Seraphita
Epigram
Quid non speremus, Amantes?
Chanson sans Paroles
Beyond
De Amore
The Dead Child
Carthusians
The Three Witches
Villanelle of the Poet's Road
Villanelle of Acheron
Saint Germain-en-Laye
After Paul Verlaine—I
After Paul Verlaine—II
After Paul Verlaine—III
After Paul Verlaine—IV
To his Mistress
Jadis
In a Breton Cemetery
To William Theodore Peters on his Renaissance Cloak
The Sea-Change
Dregs
A Song
Breton Afternoon
Venite Descendamus
Transition
Exchanges
To a Lady asking Foolish Questions
Rondeau
Moritura
Libera Me
To a Lost Love
Wisdom
In Spring
A Last Word
ERNEST DOWSON was born in 1867 at Lea, in Kent, England. Most of hislife was spent in France. He died February 21, 1900.
The poems in this volume were published at varying intervals from hisOxford days at Queens College to the time of his death. The proseworks here included were published in 1886, 1890, 1892 and in 1893.
The death of Ernest Dowson will mean very little to the world atlarge, but it will mean a great deal to the few people who carepassionately for poetry. A little book of verses, the manuscript ofanother, a one-act play in verse, a few short stories, two novelswritten in collaboration, some translations from the French, done formoney; that is all that was left by a man who was undoubtedly a man ofgenius, not a great poet, but a poet, one of the very few writers ofour generation to whom that name ca