Airs for the Lute (Arthur Symons Poems)
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
IWhen the sobbing lute complains,Grieving for an ancient sorrow,This poor sorrow that remainsFain would borrow,To give pleading unto sorrow,Those uncapturable ...
If I could know but when and whyThis piece of thoughtless dust beginsTo think, and straightway I am I,And these ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love, What sacrificial way First led your feet to, those remoter heights Which, ...
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
God is; and because life omnipotent Gives birth to life, or of itself must die, The suicide of its own ...
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 ...
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
When I am walking sadly or triumphantly. With eyes that brood upon the smouldering thought of you, And long desire ...
Little waking hour of life out of sleep! When I consider the many million years I was not yet, and ...
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