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            THROUGH the green boughs, I hardly saw thy face
            They twined so close ; the sun was in mine eyes ;
            And now the sullen trees in sombre lace,
            Stand bare beneath the sinister, sad skies.

            O sun and summer ! Say, in what far night,
            The gold and green, the glory of thine head,
            Of bough and branch have fallen ? O, the white,
            Gaunt ghosts that flutter where thy feet have sped,

            Across the terrace, that is desolate,
            But rang then with thy laughter : ghost of thee,
            That holds its shroud up with most delicate
            Dead fingers ; and, behind, the ghost of me,

            Tripping fantastic with a mouth that jeers
            At roseal flowers of youth, the turbid streams
            Toss in derision down the barren years
            To Death, the Host of all our golden dreams.

                                                                            ERNEST DOWSON.   

MLA citation:

Dowson, Ernest. “Saint-Germain-En-Laye 1887-1895.” The Savoy, vol. 2 April 1896, pp. 173-183. Savoy Digital Edition, edited by Christopher Keep and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2018-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019.