Erewhile, before the world was old, <br />When violets grew and celandine, <br />In Cupid's train we were enrolled: <br /> Erewhile! <br />Your little hands were clasped in mine, <br />Your head all ruddy and sun-gold <br />Lay on my breast which was your shrine, <br />And all the tale of love was told: <br />Ah, God, that sweet things should decline, <br />And fires fade out which were not cold, <br /> Erewhile.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jadis/
