Alle Zattere (Arthur Symons Poems)
Only to live, only to beIn Venice, is enough for me.To be a beggar, and to lieAt home beneath the ...
Arthur Symons Poems on Sleep (29 Poems)
At Seventeen (Arthur Symons Poems)
You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.To-day you are a woman, and perhapsThose softer eyes betoken the sweet lapseOf ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
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, ...
The Prison (Arthur Symons Poems)
I am the prisoner of my love of you. I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do, You Stand like ...
Two Love-Songs (Arthur Symons Poems)
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey Or if there are other eyes brighter than they; ...
Weariness (Arthur Symons Poems)
I There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade Into the grey of a twilight that ...
Wanderer’s Song (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have had enough of women, and enough of love, But the land waits, and the sea waits, and day ...
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 Passing (Arthur Symons Poems)
Weep not at all: crocuses in the grass, Like little flames of gold, flicker and pass; The buds that after ...
Dawn (Arthur Symons Poems)
Here in the little roomYou sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,While I, in very sooth,Tired, and awake beside you ...
Love And Sorrow (Arthur Symons Poems)
I know not if the love be dead I sang of once, or only asleep; The feet of my joy ...
The Desire Of The Heart (Arthur Symons Poems)
Heart, is there anything to desire? Feet, is there anywhere to go? A way for the feet, where the winds ...
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 ...
Twilight Song (Arthur Symons Poems)
Warder of silence, keep Watch on the ways of sleep; Twilight, bringer of night, End the day with delight. Out ...
On Inishmaan: Isles Of Aran (Arthur Symons Poems)
In the twilight of the year, Here, about these twilight ways, When the grey moth night drew near, Fluttering on ...
Sleep (Arthur Symons Poems)
What is good for fever, except sleep? What is good for love, but to forget? Bury love deep, Deeper than ...
Epilogue (Arthur Symons Poems)
Little waking hour of life out of sleep! When I consider the many million years I was not yet, and ...
Night (Arthur Symons Poems)
The night's held breath, And the Stars' steady eyes: Is it sleep, is it death, In the earth, in the ...
Kisses (Arthur Symons Poems)
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How ...
Love and Sleep (Arthur Symons Poems)
I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. She who oft made me weep Now weeps. I loved, and have ...
The Andante of Snakes (Arthur Symons Poems)
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
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, ...
Before the Squall (Arthur Symons Poems)
The wind is rising on the sea, The windy white foam-dancers leap; And the sea moans uneasily, And turns to ...
In Fountain Court (Arthur Symons Poems)
The fountain murmuring of sleep, A drowsy tune; The flickering green of leaves that keep The light of June; Peace, ...