Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

In The Meadows At Mantua - Poem by Arthur Symons

But to have lain upon the grass
One perfect day, one perfect hour,
Beholding all things mortal pass
Into the quiet of green grass;

But to have lain and loved the sun,
Under the shadow of the trees,
To have been found in unison,
Once only, with the blessed sun;

Ah! in these flaring London nights,
Where midnight withers into morn,
How quiet a rebuke it writes
Across the sky of London nights!

Upon the grass at Mantua
These London nights were all forgot.
They wake for me again: but ah,
The meadow-grass at Mantua!

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  • Margaret O Driscoll (3/1/2016 3:40:00 PM)

    I can easily picture the scene, relaxing in the meadow grass (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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