By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.
In music I have no consolation,
No roses are pale enough for me;
The sound of the waters of separation
Surpasseth roses and melody.
By the sad waters of separation
Dimly I hear from an hidden place
The sigh of mine ancient adoration:
Hardly can I remember your face.
If you be dead, no proclamation
Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea:
Living, the waters of separation
Sever for ever your soul from me.
No man knoweth our desolation;
Memory pales of the old delight;
While the sad waters of separation
Bear us on the the ultimate night.
Exile
Ernest Dowson
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Poem topics: memory, music, night, remember, sea, hidden, soul, shadow, place, hear, face, ancient, delight, ultimate, waste, imitation, sound, melody, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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