by: Alfred Douglas (1870-1945)
POEMS BY ALFRED DOUGLAS
- HAVE been profligate of happiness
- And reckless of the world's hostility,
- The blessèd part has not been given to me
- Gladly to suffer fools, I do confess
- I have enticed and merited distress,
- By this, that I have never bow'd the knee
- Before the shrine of wise Hypocrisy,
- Nor worn self-righteous anger like a dress.
- Yet write you this, sweet one, when I am dead:
- 'Love like a lamp sway'd over all his days
- And all his life was like a lamp-lit chamber,
- Where is no nook, no chink unvisited
- By the soft affluence of golden rays,
- And all the room is bathed in liquid amber.'