by Ernest Christopher Dowson
A song of the setting sun !
The sky in the west is red
And the day is all but done
While yonder up overhead
All too soon,
There rises so cold the cynic moon
A song of winter day
The wind of the north doth blow
From a sky that’s chill and gray,
On fields where no crops now grow
Fields [...]
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