Poems by Arthur Symons
The Lovers Of The Wind
... There is no promise in the voice of the wind, ...
Gipsy Love
... The lark would sing us awake in the morning, ...
Perfect Grief
... From this forth, be thy dear one's name ...
Alvisi Contarini
... one goes This way or that, knowing that if dawn rose ...
The Night Owl
... And something Strange in the Owl's soul sighs Alas ...
Dreams In Rome
... Dark was the road in coming, and white the foam ...
The Alcove
... Came to me like an alcove's heated scent ...
Aubrey Beardsley
... What life meant, and so what the grave meant, ...
The Dancer Of The Daughters Of Herodias
... If you look Into the night, you will find nothing there: ...
The Shadow
... With eyes that brood upon the smouldering thought of you, ...
Tragic Dawn
... And the night was no longer there nor the night of her hair ...
Winter In Spring
... The torn boughs heal, and the time of the leaf is near, ...
The Loom Of Dreams
... And who knows but that God, beyond our guess, ...
Old Age
... And sleepless watchers on the crumbling towers ...
The Crucifix And The Owl
... That bled, His feet that bled, His head whose pride ...
