445. Spleen by Ernest Dowson

Published: March 9, 2009, 12:42 p.m.

b'E Dowson read by Classic Poetry Aloud: Giving voice to the poetry of the past.\\nwww.classicpoetryaloud.com\\n\\n--------------------------------------------\\n\\nSpleen\\nby Ernest Dowson (1867 \\u2013 1900)\\n\\nI was not sorrowful, I could not weep,\\nAnd all my memories were put to sleep.\\n\\nI watched the river grow more white and strange,\\nAll day till evening I watched it change.\\n\\nAll day till evening I watched the rain\\nBeat wearily upon the window pane\\n\\nI was not sorrowful, but only tired\\nOf everything that ever I desired.\\n\\nHer lips, her eyes, all day became to me\\nThe shadow of a shadow utterly.\\n\\nAll day mine hunger for her heart became\\nOblivion, until the evening came,\\n\\nAnd left me sorrowful, inclined to weep,\\nWith all my memories that could not sleep. \\n\\n\\n\\nFirst aired: 24 January 2008\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2009'