Spleen by Ernest Dowson

Spleen by Ernest Dowson

 

    I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,

    And all my memories were put to sleep.

 

    I watched the river grow more white and strange,

    All day till evening I watched it change.

 

    All day till evening I watched the rain

    Beat wearily upon the window pane.

 

    I was not sorrowful, but only tired

    Of everything that ever I desired.

 

    Her lips, her eyes, all day became to me

    The shadow of a shadow utterly.

 

    All day mine hunger for her heart became

    Oblivion, until the evening came,

 

    And left me sorrowful, inclined to weep,

    With all my memories that could not sleep.

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