At the Foresters (Arthur Symons Poems)
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
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