Faithful In My Fashion (August 2, 1937, Lewisham Cemetery, Se London)

I dreamed I saw the grave of Ernest Dowson Bleakly set In some forgotten churchyard corner, Lone and wet. The spectral London fog descended cold on Sentry grass Where seldom any visitors or pilgrims Deign to pass. And in my reverie I bravely scattered Roses there, And felt a frail and wispy “Thank you” Warm the air.