Poems by Arthur Symons
Nightmare
... On this bed the fires that dwell ...
White Heliotrope
... Hat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints are spread ...
Stella Maligna
... And if through tears, not through thy tears, thou see me, ...
Mary in Bethlehem: A Nativity
... MARY has awakened, and is bending over the manger when the Child lies asleep on the ground ...
Prologue For A Modern Painter
... What Struggles and cries in eyes and cheeks ...
Trees In Paris
... All that they see, instead of flocks and herds, ...
Airs For The Lute
... Voices mute But for this, might I not share, ...
To Night
... Feels the close walls and the hard chain ...
Two Love-Songs
... You are thinking of one who is near to your heart, and far from your side ...
Indian Meditation
... Rather than draw the sap of the tree's strength ...
Rings
... This opal that I love, more for its intricate flame ...
Toys
... In the heart becomes grief to the heart, ...
The Rapture
... Forgets the night, and calls the world from dreams, ...
The Dogs
... My soul walks robed in white where the saints sing psalms ...
Time And Beauty
... Time shall bid youth let fall ...
