Poems by Arthur Symons
Kranile
... Surely she had given herself to me when her flesh was smoking, ...
The House
... And because you sit drinking wine in the shadow of the boughs ...
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley
... III The woodpecker laughed as he sat on the bough, ...
The Seeds Of Vice
... Still the owl hooted: the nerves of the Night ...
Emile Bronte
... has she yet Forgotten that long agony when her breath ...
John And Salome
... Between the heaven that's hell, the hell that's heaven! ...
The Prayer
... I would not care though you should love me less ...
Mad Song
... Yea, when our nerves are throbbing, ...
The Beggars
... who knows How they too shall be fed, day after day, ...
The Sick Man to Health
... II The bones, that are the pillars, and the flesh ...
Wind In The Valley
... and, hark! Lashes clang on leaping backs ...
The Gardener
... And draws the clothes when all is done, ...
Wind On The Sea
... I have thought far thoughts, I have loved, I have loved, and I find ...
Giorgione At Castelfranco
... I sought the parts, and I have found the whole ...
Wanderers Song
... For the way's one and the end's one, and it's soon to the ends of the earth ...
