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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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October 24, 2009 at 7:10 AM
I love this somber, yet tender poem. It almost whispers.... Very, very nice! ~ Carrie
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