Desolate Passion



I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
    Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

-Ernest Dowson (1867-1900),
Non Sum Qualis Eram
Bonae sub Regno Cynarae







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