At Carbis Bay (Arthur Symons Poems)
Out of the night of the sea,Out of the turbulent night,A sharp and hurrying windScourges the waters white:The terror by ...
Out of the night of the sea,Out of the turbulent night,A sharp and hurrying windScourges the waters white:The terror by ...
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 ...
I dreamed that the Chimaera came, A wandering angel, white with flame From some cloud's height or moonless deep, And ...
My little slave! Wouldst thou escape me? Only in the grave, be poison to thee, honey-sweet, And, my poison having ...
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth, Which is a spirit moving in the world, Closer to life ...
O broken, old, weary desire of life, Unquenchable flame of desire, That wakens, like a well-nigh waited fire, Now in ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
Stars in the heavens turn, I worship like a star, And in its footsteps learn Where peace and wisdom are. ...
Lay your head back; and now, kiss me again! Kneel there, and do not kiss me; let me hold Your ...
Peace waits among the hills; I have drunk peace, Here, where the blue air fills The great cup of ...
Where shall this self at last find happiness? O Soul, only in nothingness. Does not the Earth suffice to its ...
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,A naked ...
Be still, O hunger of heart, and let pity speak: Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are ...
Bright leaves and the pale grass turn grey Now, sudden as a thought, one swan Moves on the water and ...
Smoke of battle lifts and lies Sullen in her smouldering eyes, Where are seen Captive bales of merchandise. Here are ...
I lay a tattered flag before your feet In sign of conquest. Conquerors ate proud Of a rent flag: each ...
In the twilight of the year, Here, about these twilight ways, When the grey moth night drew near, Fluttering on ...
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly Still, A bee on the window-sill, ...
The fountain murmuring of sleep, A drowsy tune; The flickering green of leaves that keep The light of June; Peace, ...
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