Poems by Arthur Symons

You were a child, and liked me, yesterday.
To-day you are a woman, and perhaps
Those softer ...

Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
While I, in very sooth, ...

I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears...

In the fields and the lanes again!
There's a bird that sings in my ear
Messages, messages;
T...

When Lilian comes I scarcely know
If Winter wraps the world in snow,
Or if 'tis Summer strikes...

But to have lain upon the grass
One perfect day, one perfect hour,
Beholding all things morta...

When a girl's fancy flutters to a man,
It is but as a bird that flies and cries;
She has a wi...

Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No.
Ah, tell me, Love, when she denies,
Shall I believe the...

TO MARCELLE The little hands too soft and white
To have known more laborious hours
Than those ...

Eyes that sought my eyes, an-hungered, as a fire;
Hands that sought and caught my hands in th...

Under the shadow of the trees
We sat together, you and I;
Our hearts were sweetly ill at ease...

I will go my ways from the city, and then, maybe,
My heart shall forget one woman's voice, a...

My desires are upon me like dogs, I beat them back,
Yet they yelp upon my track;
And I know ...

I did not know; child, child, I did not know,
Who now in lonely wayfare go,
Who wander lone...

When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke...