Lord Alfred Douglas

Jonquil was a shepherd lad,
White he was as the curded cream,
Hair like the buttercups he had,
And wet green eyes like a full chalk

There is an isle in an unfurrowed
That I wot of, whereon the whole year
The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds
In early blooming ; and a many

Ah,
Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the
Of one who brings good gifts to weary men,
Balm for bruised hearts and fancies

Roses red and white,
Every rose is hanging her head,
Silently comes the lady Night,
Only the flowers can hear her tread

The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies
(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide
)The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,
Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes

Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more,
I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my

Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des
Mother of Memories
O mistress-queen
Oh