A Litany of Lethe (Arthur Symons Poems)
O Lethe, hidden waters never dry,We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry,O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!--All we ...
O Lethe, hidden waters never dry,We, all we weary and heavy-laden, cry,O Lethe, let us find thee and forget!--All we ...
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 ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
I The eyes, that, having seen the saintly light Blossom white-petalled out of a white sea In a miraculous rose ...
Giovanni Malatesta, the lame old man, Walking one night, as he was used, being old, Upon the grey seashore at ...
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a ...
Heart, is there anything to desire? Feet, is there anywhere to go? A way for the feet, where the winds ...
Bird of the fierce delight, Brother of foam as white And winged as foam is, Wheeling again from flight To ...
Beloved, and Stranger to me than my foe, And nearer to me than my breath, and my peace and my ...
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie As far ...
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a mournful cry. As I ...
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 ...
A pensive photograph Watches me from the shelf--Ghost of old love, and half Ghost of myself!How the dear waiting eyes ...
The night was full of wind that ran Like a strong blind distracted man About the fields in the loud ...
The boats go out and the boats come inUnder the wintry sky;And the rain and foam are white in the ...
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly Still, A bee on the window-sill, ...
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