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From The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson, With a Memoir by Arthur Symons
Il pleut doucement sur la ville.--RIMBAUD
Tears fall within mine heart,
As rain upon the town:
Whence does this languor start,
Possessing all mine heart?
O sweet fall of the rain
Upon the earth and roofs!
Unto an heart in pain,
O music of the rain!
Tears that have no reason
Fall in my sorry heart:
What! there was no treason?
This grief hath no reason.
Nay! the more desolate,
Because, I know not why,
(Neither for love nor hate)
Mine heart is desolate.
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Dowson, Ernest. “I.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dowson/50/.
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Dowson, Ernest. “I.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dowson/50/.
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