Arthur Symons Poems

White-robed against the threefold white
Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace,
She flashed into the evening light
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I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
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The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun
With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again;
I see the corn in sheaves, and the harvestmen,
And the cows coming down to the water one by one.
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The grey-green stretch of sandy grass,
Indefinitely desolate;
A sea of lead, a sky of slate;
Already autumn in the air, alas!
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The little painted angels flit,
See, down the narrow staircase, where
The pink legs flicker over it!
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They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep
A treachery of silence; infinite
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Intoxicatingly
Her eyes across the footlights gleam,
(The wine of love, the wine of dream)
Her eyes, that gleam for me!
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Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
Of those vague odours come and go
The way our kisses went.
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Water and marble and that silentness
Which is not broken by a wheel or hoof;
A city like a water-lily, less
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Night, and the silence of the night,
In Venice; far away, a song;
As if the lyric water made
Itself a serenade;
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