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 ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less, mirror, than the friend I find in thee; Thou loves!:, as I ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's swift moods; And I shall never spend ...
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
I have had enough of women, and enough of love, But the land waits, and the sea waits, and day ...
I am the torch, she saith, and what to meIf the moth die of me? I am the flameOf Beauty, ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Here in the little roomYou sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,While I, in very sooth,Tired, and awake beside you ...
I know not if the love be dead I sang of once, or only asleep; The feet of my joy ...
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
A naked youth adores the mocking Sun, With a woman's sidelong eyes and lips, Before unto the formless Sea he ...
The loneliness of the sea is in my heart, And the wind is not more lonely than this grey mind. ...
I weave the strands of the grey rope, I weave with sorrow, I weave with hope, I weave in youth, ...
The light of our cigarettesWent and came in the gloom:It was dark in the little room.Dark, and then, in the ...
IT was a day of sun and rain, Uncertain as a child's swift moods; And I shall never spend again ...
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