Poems by Arthur Symons
Danse Du Venteje
... Her breasts, while throes on throes ...
Cornish Wind
... Not in the tunnelled Streets where scarce men breathe ...
The Ecstasy
... There where the clouds and fastnesses of love ...
A Song Against Love
... Were it not for this thing that remembers and hates, and that hurts and is love ...
For A Picture Of Rossetti
... Here are snared the strength of thought ...
At Glan-y-Wern
... Clear, from the soft hair to the mouth, ...
The Chimera: Notre-Dame
... Hooded and clawed, his feet grind down the dust, ...
The Pale Woman
... Pale as the dead, and what are your eyes afraid lest they speak ...
Epilogue
... I remember no dreams from the million years, and it seems ...
Dawn
... With God who made, and man who found you, fair ...
Jezebel Mort
... But for all that one thinks of one's heart (that beats on the left side) ...
The Last Memory
... And I shall think of you as something strange, ...
Design For The List Of Pictures
... A mad boy kneels, a Cupid, with peacock wings, ...
Rich Man And Lazarus
... And I, who have wealth, have nothing ...
The Scarlet Sun
... None, for none shall know his hour ...
