Poems by Arthur Symons

Poems by Arthur Symons

To a Dancer, by Arthur Symons

Her eyes across the footlights gleam,
(The wine of love, the wine of dream)

The Temptation of Saint Anthony, by Arthur Symons

After a design by Fé licien Rops The Cross, the Cross is tainted! O most Just,
Be merc...

Stella Maris, by Arthur Symons

Why is it I remember yet
You, of all women one has met
In random wayfare, as one meets
The c...

White Heliotrope, by Arthur Symons

The feverish room and that white bed,
The tumbled skirts upon a chair,
The novel flung half-o...

Magnificat, by Arthur Symons

Praise God, who wrought for you and me
Your subtle body made for love;
God, who from all ete...

On the Stage, by Arthur Symons

Lights, in a multi-coloured mist,
From indigo to amethyst,
A whirling mist of multi-coloured...

Mauve, Black, and Rose, by Arthur Symons

Mauve, black, and rose,
The veils of the jewel, and she, the jewel, a rose.   First,...

Margery of the Fens, by Arthur Symons

I Yes, I'm dying by inches; the Devil has got his way:
I fought him fourscore years, but he'...

Madrigal, by Arthur Symons

May we not love as others do,
Dearest, because we love,
A mistress I, a husband you?
Nay, ...

The Obscure Night of the Soul, by Arthur Symons

Upon an obscure night,
Fevered with love in love's anxiety,
(O hapless-happy plight!)
I went...

Of Charity, by Arthur Symons

A beggar died last night; his soul
Went up to God, and said:
"I come uncalled, forgive it, ...

O Flame of Living Love, by Arthur Symons

O flame of living love,
That dost eternally
Pierce through my soul with so consuming heat,

Old Age, by Arthur Symons

It may be, when this city of the nine gates
Is broken down by ruinous old age,
And no one upo...

On an Air of Rameau, by Arthur Symons

A melancholy desire of ancient things
Floats like a faded perfume out of the wires;
Pallid lov...

On the Doorstep, by Arthur Symons

Midnight long is over-past
As we loiter, and the rain falls fast,
As we loiter on your doorst...