Poems by Arthur Symons

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

My Paris is a land where twilight days
Merge into violent nights of black and gold;
Where, it...

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Nora on the pavement
Dances, and she entrances the grey hour
Into the laughing circle of he...

The night is light and chill,
Stars are awake in the sky,
There's a cloud over the moon;
Ro...

Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
Here, where the blue air fills
The great c...

I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, a...

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, ...