Poems by Arthur Symons
The Dance Of The Seven Sins
... plumy wings Swifter than thoughts of hapless things, ...
The Dancers Reward
... Ah, the sweet hell that, after her dancing, grips her! ...
The Lover Of The Queen Of Sheba
... THE YOUTH Be all things even as the Queen saith! ...
Laus Mortis
... thine; O hands that I have fled, soft hands now laid on mine, ...
Palm Sunday: Naples
... And I see the white clouds lift from Sorrento ...
Instantane
... To a lady with golden hair on seeing her with flowers in winter ...
The Wanderer's Lament
... Then the dream passes, and I too know I have dreamed ...
For A Christening
... Find your own future, friend, in his, ...
The Blind Heart
... Her soul is a wandering bird, and its wings are weak, ...
By Lough-Na-Gar: Rain
... I have fled from a voice that follows me still ...
The Last Pity
... Plucked, though with jealous care, must fade ...
Felpham
... With brown-leaved wreaths of seaweed, flung ...
Perfume
... Night gave this priceless hour of love, ...
The Chimaera
... for this Kings have lost kingdoms in a kiss, ...
Modern Beauty
... Still am I The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die ...
