SPLEEN <br /> <br />Around were all the roses red, <br />The ivy all around was black. <br /> <br />Dear, so thou only move thine head, <br />Shall all mine old despairs awake! <br /> <br />Too blue, too tender was the sky, <br />The air too soft, too green the sea. <br /> <br />Always I fear, I know not why, <br />Some lamentable flight from thee. <br /> <br />I am so tired of holly-sprays <br />And weary of the bright box-tree, <br /> <br />Of all the endless country ways; <br />Of everything alas! save thee.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-paul-verlaine-iii/
