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Born in May 3, 1843 / Died in April 4, 1913 / Ireland / English

Poems by Edward Dowden

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In The Garden VI: A Peach

... When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower, ...

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In The Garden I: The Garden

... at noon When birds are hush'd, save one dim cushat's croon, ...

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The Initiation

...  That sundering from the flesh, the flight from time, &emsp ...

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Communion

...   At last my heart found voice,—‘Take me, O Lord, &emsp ...

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In The Garden V: A Summer Moon

... Swim down through my heart's deep, thou dewy bright ...

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In The Garden II: Visions

... Those Three strait-robed, and speechless as they pass, ...

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In September

... To sink o'er-drowsed, and dream that wild-flowers blew ...

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By the Window

...   Shall such an one say, ‘Thus ’tis proved a dream, &emsp ...

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A New Hymn for Solitude

...   I knelt, I waited for Thy word, &emsp ...

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Deus Absconditus

... Young wrinkled beech leaves, saturate with light, ...

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In The Garden VII: Early Autumn

... Pale leaves would circle down, and lie unstirr'd ...

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The Secret of the Universe

... And thought which vexed me with its false and true &emsp ...

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In The Garden III: An Interior

... Of temper'd light where fair things fair things meet ...

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In The Garden VIII: Later Autumn

... Flowers droop'd, or show'd a startled face and white ...

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First Love

... Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place ...