Jadis
Read 'Jadis' by 'Ernest Dowson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Erewhile, before the world was old,
When violets grew and celandine,
In Cupid's train we were enrolled:
Erewhile!
Your little hands were clasped in mine,
Your head all ruddy and sun-gold
Lay on my breast which was your shrine,
And all the tale of love was told:
Ah, God, that sweet things should decline,
And fires fade out which were not cold,
Erewhile.
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
