The Poetry Corner

Ad Domnulam Suam

By Ernest Christopher Dowson

Little lady of my heart! Just a little longer, Love me: we will pass and part, Ere this love grow stronger. I have loved thee, Child! too well, To do aught but leave thee: Nay! my lips should never tell Any tale, to grieve thee. Little lady of my heart! Just a little longer, I may love thee: we will part, Ere my love grow stronger. Soon thou leavest fairy-land; Darker grow thy tresses: Soon no more of hand in hand; Soon no more caresses! Little lady of my heart! Just a little longer, Be a child: then, we will part, Ere this love grow stronger.