Poems by Arthur Symons
Towns
... Coming near The light and peace of her austere ...
Divisions On A Ground
... Venerable And ageless Beauty of the world, whose breath ...
Venetian Night
... She lay back, thrilling with smiles, in the twilight shed ...
To Iris
... Strange eyes that shed such strange perfume ...
Isolation
... Then, ere your lips have loosed their hold, ...
Stratford-On-Avon
... Bright leaves and the pale grass turn grey ...
A Profile
... And panting hair, and bright cheeks burning white, ...
The Adoration
... Scorned, must go hence, far hence ...
The Eyes Of Herod
... Who treads on snake-like lives as if they were dust ...
Opals
... The waves of the blue sky, night's purple flower of noon, ...
Le Strige
... On the Void's Verge, there fly before him multitudes of the Dead ...
Wind At Night
... But like my thought the wind could find ...
Song Of The Sirens
... Your blood shall whiten in our sea-blisses ...
The Turning Dervish
... Which in the heavens doth feed ...
The Flag
... It is my life: I bring it torn and Stained ...
