At the Stage Door (Arthur Symons Poems)
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
Kicking my heels in the street,Here at the edge of the pavement I wait for you, sweet,Here in the crowd, ...
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,My heart shall forget one woman's voice, and her lips;I ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
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 dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
OTHO A word, Poppaea! POPPAEA I will speak with you If you will speak for kindness; but your brows Are ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
It is the beggars who possess the earth. Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth Of some poor ...
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
Behind the door, beyond the light,Who is it waits there in the night?When he has entered he will stand,Imposing with ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Now I have seen your face, My tears are all for you. Where are the lonely grace, The pride, the ...
White-robed against the threefold whiteOf shutter, glass and curtains' lace,She flashed into the evening lightThe brilliance of her gipsy face:I ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
Shake out your hair about me, so,That I may feel the stir and scentOf those vague odours come and goThe ...
The light of our cigarettesWent and came in the gloom:It was dark in the little room.Dark, and then, in the ...
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