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 ...
Arthur Symons Poems on Dreams (27 Poems)
The Dance Of The Seven Sins (Arthur Symons Poems)
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
An Epilogue To Love (Arthur Symons Poems)
I Love now, my heart, there is but now to love; Seek nothing more, but let it be enough That ...
Faustus And Helen (Arthur Symons Poems)
FAUSTUS Why am I fettered with eternal change? I follow after changeless love, and find Nothing but change; I seek, ...
The Dancer Of The Daughters Of Herodias (Arthur Symons Poems)
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
The Chimaera (Arthur Symons Poems)
I dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley (Arthur Symons Poems)
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
To Our Lady Of The Seven Sorrows (Arthur Symons Poems)
Lady of the seven sorrows which are love, What sacrificial way First led your feet to, those remoter heights Which, ...
The Unloved (Arthur Symons Poems)
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
Stella Maligna (Arthur Symons Poems)
My little slave! Wouldst thou escape me? Only in the grave, be poison to thee, honey-sweet, And, my poison having ...
Laus Virginitatis (Arthur Symons Poems)
The mirror of men's eyes delights me less, mirror, than the friend I find in thee; Thou loves!:, as I ...
To A Gitana Dancing: Seville (Arthur Symons Poems)
BECAUSE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair, And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing ...
Weariness (Arthur Symons Poems)
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
To The Merchants Of Bought Dreams (Arthur Symons Poems)
I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams, For I have greater memories than these bring Back from their ...
The Last Memory (Arthur Symons Poems)
When I am old, and think of the old days,And warm my hands before a little blaze,Having forgotten love, hope, ...
Leves Amores (Arthur Symons Poems)
Your kisses, and the way you curlDelicious and distracting girl,Into one's arms and round aboutInextricably in and outTwining luxuriously, as ...
The Last Pity (Arthur Symons Poems)
Now I have seen your face, My tears are all for you. Where are the lonely grace, The pride, the ...
Villa Borghese (Arthur Symons Poems)
A grace of winter breathing like the spring; Solitude, silence, the thin whispering Of water in the fountains, that all ...
In The Wood Of Finvara (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
The Blind Heart (Arthur Symons Poems)
Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak: Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are ...
Apology (Arthur Symons Poems)
Why is it that I sing no songs of you, Now, as in those old days I used to do? ...
Degrees Of Love (Arthur Symons Poems)
When your eyes opened to mine eyes, Without desire, without surprise, I knew your soul awoke to sec All, dreams ...
Grey Hours: Naples (Arthur Symons Poems)
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fadeTo an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the ...
Epilogue (Arthur Symons Poems)
Little waking hour of life out of sleep! When I consider the many million years I was not yet, and ...
The Dream (Arthur Symons Poems)
O, if the world I make With these eyes be a dream And Love, that is life, but seem To ...
The Loom of Dreams (Arthur Symons Poems)
I broider the world upon a loom, I broider with dreams my tapestry; Here in a little lonely room I ...
The Old Women (Arthur Symons Poems)
They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, ...