Poems by Arthur Symons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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