Arthur Symons

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

To a Grey Dress - Poem by Arthur Symons

There's a flutter of grey through the trees:
Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes
Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is!

I see not her face, I but see
The swift re-appearance, the flitting persistence—
There!—of that flutter of grey in the distance.

It has flickered and fluttered away:
What a teasing regret she has left in my day-dream,
And what dreams of delight are the dreams that one may
dream!

It was only a flutter of grey;
But the vaguest of raiment's impossible chances
Has set my heart beating the way of old dances.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015



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