Arthur Symons Poems
- Amends To Nature I have loved colours, and not flowers; ...
- You Remain As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it ...
- In The Stalls My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the ...
- Love And Sleep I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. ...
- Kisses Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How ...
- The Loom Of Dreams I broider the world upon a loom, I ...
- The Old Women They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, ...
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
Born in Milford Haven, Wales, of Cornish parents, Symons was educated privately, spending much of his time in France and Italy. In 1884–1886 he edited four of Bernard Quaritch's Shakespeare's Quarto Facsimiles, and in 1888–1889 seven plays of the "Henry Irving" Shakespeare. He became a member of the staff of the Athenaeum in 1891, and of the Saturday Review in 1894, but his major editorial feat was his work with the short-lived Savoy.
His first volume of verse, Days and Nights (1889), consisted of dramatic monologues. His later verse is influenced by a close study of modern... more »
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Amends To Nature
I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.
How is it, now, that I can see,
With love and wonder and delight,
The children of the hedge and tree,
The little lords of day and night?
How is it that I see the roads,
No longer with usurping eyes,
A twilight meeting-place for toads,
A mid-day mart for butterflies?
I feel, in every midge that hums,
Life, fugitive and infinite,
And suddenly the world becomes
A part of me and I of ...