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Night Coming Out Of A Garden

Through the still air of night

Suddenly comes, alone and shrill,

Like the far-off voice of the distant light,

The single piping trill

Of a bird that has caught the scent of the dawn,

And knows that the night is over ;

(She has poured her dews on the velvet lawn

And drenched the long grass and the clover),

by Lord Alfred Douglas

The Ballad Of Saint Vitus

Vitus came tripping over the grass

When all the leaves in the trees were green,

Through the green meadows he did pass

On the day he was full seventeen.

The lark was singing up over his head,

As he went by so lithe and fleet,

And the flowers danced in white and red

At the treading of his nimble feet.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

In Memoriam : Francis Archibald Douglas

Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this

Since many days, the tribute of a song.

Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong

To any man ? No, therefore though I miss

All art, all skill, in this short armistice

From my soul's war against the bitter throng

Of present woes, let these poor lines be strong

In love enough to bear a brother's kiss.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Perkin Warbeck

At Turney in Flanders I was born

Fore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,

For I was a king when they cut the corn,

And they strangle me to-morrow.

Oh ! why was I made so red and white,

So fair and straight and tall ?

by Lord Alfred Douglas

A Prayer

Often the western wind has sung to me,

There have been voices in the streams and meres,

And pitiful trees have told me, God, of Thee :

And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.

The reeds have whispered low as I passed by,

" Be strong, O friend, be strong, put off vain fears,

Vex not they soul with doubts, God cannot lie " :

And I heard not. Oh ! open Thou mine ears.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Rejected

Alas ! I have lost my God,

My beautiful God Apollo.

Wherever his footsteps trod

My feet were wont to follow.

But Oh ! it fell out one day

My soul was so heavy with weeping,

That I laid me down by the way ;

And he left me while I was sleeping.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Impressions De Nuit — London

See what a mass of gems the city wears

Upon her broad live bosom ! row on row

Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow.

See ! that huge circle like a necklace, stares

With thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and dares

The golden stars to dim the lamps below,

And in the mirror of the mire I know

The moon has left her image unawares.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Harmonic Du Soir

Voici venir le temps

Now is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,

Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet.

The air is full of scents and melodies,

O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!

Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet,

The violins are like sad souls that cry,

O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!

by Lord Alfred Douglas

The Travelling Companion

Into the silence of the empty night

I went, and took my scorned heart with me,

And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;

But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.

I turned my weary eyes towards the sun,

Out of the leaden East like smoke came he.

I laughed and said, " The night is past and done " ;

But sorrow came and led me back to thee.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Vae Victis!

Here in this isle

The summer still lingers,

And Autumn's brown fingers

So busy the while

With the leaves in the north;

Are scarcely put forth

In this land where the sun still glows like an ember,.

In mid-November.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

To L —

Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,

A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,

Why hast thou come to trouble my delight

With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end

Of all that time, I had made haste to send

My soul into red places, and to light

A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.

What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Jonquil And Fleur-de-lys

Jonquil was a shepherd lad,

White he was as the curded cream,

Hair like the buttercups he had,

And wet green eyes like a full chalk stream.

His teeth were as white as the stones that lie

Down in the depths of the sun-bright river,

by Lord Alfred Douglas