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 ...
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 ...
To SAROJINI NAIDU A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. THE HERALD. ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love, What sacrificial way First led your feet to, those remoter heights Which, ...
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, ...
Fair faces come again, As at sunsetting The Stars without number; Or as dreams dreamed in vain To a heart ...
When your eyes opened to mine eyes, Without desire, without surprise, I knew your soul awoke to sec All, dreams ...
Learn wisdom, this is wisdom, cry The teachers; and the teachers die. What should it profit me were mine The ...
The wandering, wise, outcast sons Of Pharaoh, the dark roofless ones, Taught me this wisdom: if Death come, And take ...
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