Poems by Arthur Symons
Villa Pamphili
... And even my soul, long used to grope ...
Amends To Nature
... Their motion, not the swallows wings ...
The Sick Heart
... There is but one thing can assuage: ...
Hymn To Energy
... Strive, Colour thy sky, and the earth under thee, ...
The Chopin Player
... The sounds torture me: I count them with my eyes, ...
Emmy
... And the soul of a child looked out of the eyes of a child, ...
Villa Borghese
... Moist, stealthy, blown from where the leaves are thinned, ...
In The Pace
... I wait, and turn my waiting eyes, ...
Rest
... Three flails that tramp in the loft, ...
Haschisch
... That moment, when you turned your face, ...
At Fontainebleau
... And she would spy and she would capture ...
By Loe Pool
... Flash through the bending reeds and blaze on the pool ...
By the Pool of the Third Rosses
... I heard the whirring wild ducks flying, ...
In the Stalls
... I, I, this thing that turns and trips! The light flares in the music-hall, ...
Javanese Dancers
... With sinuous fingers, spectral hands that thrill In measure while the gnats of music whirr, ...
