Poems by Arthur Symons

There are nine rubies in this Indian ring,
And every blood-red ruby is a part
Of the nine-peta...

I have outlived my life, and linger on,
Knowing myself the ghost of one that was.
Come, kind...

Here in a city made for love
I wander loveless and alone,
Longing for the unknown,
Desiring ...

For the statue of Lorenzetti, in the Venice Exhibition, 1887, representing a chained and recum...

As a most happy mother feels the stir
Of that new life which quickens with her life,
And knows...

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
How soft is this one, how subtle this is;
How...

Olivier Metra's Waltz of Roses
Sheds in a rhythmic shower
The very petals of the flower;
And ...

When I am old, and think of the old days,
And warm my hands before a little blaze,
Having fo...

I bring to thee, for love, white roses, delicate Death!
White lilies of the valley, dropping...

The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,
O mirror, than the friend I find in thee;
Thou lo...

I Your kisses, and the way you curl,
Delicious and distracting girl,
Into one's arms, and ...

I. PROEM. This was a sweet white wildwood violet
I found among the painted slips that grow
Whe...

It is already Autumn, and not in my heart only,
The leaves are on the ground,
Green leaves u...

Once I smiled when I saw you, when I saw you smile I was glad,
And the joy of my heart was as ...

In the moonlit room your face,
Moonlight-coloured, fainting white,
And the silence of the pl...