They are not long, the days of wine and roses;Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream.
"Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam" (1896)
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.Ernest Dowson
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,Flung roses, roses riotously with the throngErnest Dowson
I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.Ernest Dowson
O pray the earth enfoldOur life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.Ernest Dowson
Theyare not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.Ernest Dowson
I have forgot much,Cynara! Gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses, riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee,Cynara! in my fashion.Ernest Dowson