Arthur Symons

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

Arthur Symons Poems

1. Bohemian Folk-Song 3/20/2012
2. Degrees Of Love 3/20/2012
3. To a Grey Dress 10/29/2015
4. White Magic 3/20/2012
5. Madrigal 3/20/2012
6. Of Charity 3/20/2012
7. O Flame Of Living Love 3/20/2012
8. Old Age 3/20/2012
9. On The Doorstep 3/20/2012
10. On The Stage 3/20/2012
11. Margery Of The Fens 3/20/2012
12. Renée 3/20/2012
13. Rosa Flammea 3/20/2012
14. Rubies 3/20/2012
15. Serata Di Fiesta 3/20/2012
16. To Muriel: At The Opera 3/20/2012
17. The Unloved 3/20/2012
18. Variations Upon Love 3/20/2012
19. Flora Of The Eden: Antwerp 3/20/2012
20. Fête Champêtre 3/20/2012
21. Hands 3/20/2012
22. Hesterna Rosa 3/20/2012
23. Laus Mortis 3/20/2012
24. Laus Virginitatis 3/20/2012
25. Lillian 3/20/2012
26. The Beggars 3/20/2012
27. Benedictine 3/20/2012
28. Declaration 3/20/2012
29. De Profundis Clemadi 3/20/2012
30. Leves Amores 3/20/2012
31. In The Temple 3/20/2012
32. In The Vale Of Llangollen 3/20/2012
33. Veneta Marina 3/20/2012
34. The Price 3/20/2012
35. Soror Tua 3/20/2012
36. Satiety 3/20/2012
37. Opals 3/20/2012
38. Love In Autumn 3/20/2012
39. Love's Paradox 3/20/2012
40. Love's Secret 3/20/2012
Best Poem of Arthur Symons

You Remain

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

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The Broken Tryst

That day a fire was in my blood;
I could have sung: joy wrapt me round;
The men I met seemed all so good,
I scarcely knew I trod the ground.

How easy seemed all toil! I laughed
To think that once I hated it.
The sunlight thrilled like wine, I quaffed
Delight, divine and infinite.

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