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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
A Last Word
By Ernest Dowson (1867–1900)
LET us go hence: the night is now at hand;
  The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
  And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death’s deep darkness o’er the land
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand        5
  Laughter or tears, for we have only known
  Surpassing vanity; vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band.
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
  To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust        10
  Find end of labour, where’s rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.

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