When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once — Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
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When this, our rose, is faded,And these, our days, are done,In lands profoundly shadedFrom tempest and from sun:Ah, once more come together,Shall we forgive the past,And safe from worldly weatherPossess our souls at last?

— Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
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