The Savoy . VENITE, DESCENDAMUS ET be at last: give over words and sighing,Vainly were all things said :Better, at last, to find a place for lying,Only dead. Silence were best, with songs and sighing over;Now be the music mute :Now let the dead, red leaves of autumn coverA vain lute! Silence is best: for ever and for ever, We will go down to sleep,Somewhere, beyond her ken, where she need neverCome to weep. Let be at last: colder she grows, and colder ; Sleep and the night were best;Lying, at last, where we cannot behold her,We may rest. Ernest Dowson. A Frontispiece to Balzacs La Fille aux Ye
The Savoy . VENITE, DESCENDAMUS ET be at last: give over words and sighing,Vainly were all things said :Better, at last, to find a place for lying,Only dead. Silence were best, with songs and sighing over;Now be the music mute :Now let the dead, red leaves of autumn coverA vain lute! Silence is best: for ever and for ever, We will go down to sleep,Somewhere, beyond her ken, where she need neverCome to weep. Let be at last: colder she grows, and colder ; Sleep and the night were best;Lying, at last, where we cannot behold her,We may rest. Ernest Dowson. A Frontispiece to Balzacs La Fille aux Yeux dOr A Wood Engraving after an unpublished Crayon Drawing by Charles Conder. --~» ? ? ? 3r ? ?*
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