Ernest Dowson: Sonnets of a Little Girl, V

This beautiful poem, probably written in 1885, is the most fitting epitaph for the poet.


When it is over–when the final fight
    Has been out-fought and the last moisty clod
    Rattles upon my coffin, when the sod
Seals me for ever in that land of night
Whence joy and pain have ta’en impartial flight,
    And the old lanes my feet so oft have trod
    Know me no more but all men toil and plod
Over my head, my name forgotten quite.
Wilt thou sometimes–not often–God forfend
That thought of me should chase away thy smile
Or dull thy gladness, yet once in a while
Dream of a day departed and a friend
Who placed above the world and Fortune’s prize
The love that centred in thy childish eyes.

Patti Smith - Dream of Life

Patti Smith – Dream of Life

Sources: poem from Poésie Schublade, in Ernest Dowson Collected Poems, Robert Kelsey Rought Thornton and Caroline Dowson (editors), Birmingham University Press, 2003; featured image from A Grave Interest; side photograph: still image from Dream of Life by Patti Smith (in Patell and Waterman’s History of New York).


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