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Arthur Symons's Poetry, by title

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  • O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
              All night long crying with a mournful cry,
    12 lines
  • I have loved colours, and not flowers;
    Their motion, not the swallows wings;
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • As a perfume doth remain
    In the folds where it hath lain,
    19 lines
  • Miraculous silver-work in stone
    Against the blue miraculous skies,
    10 lines
  • IT was a day of sun and rain,
    Uncertain as a child’s swift moods;
    29 lines
  • White-robed against the threefold white
    Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace,
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • The wind is rising on the sea,
    The windy white foam-dancers leap;
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • The little painted angels flit,
    See, down the narrow staircase, where
    15 lines
  • The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun
    With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again;
    9 lines
  • I heard the sighing of the reed
    In the grey pool in the green land,
    23 lines
  • The grey-green stretch of sandy grass,
    Indefinitely desolate;
    12 lines, 4 comments
  • Here in the little room
    You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
    Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
    24 lines, 5 comments
  • The gipsy tents are on the down,
    The gipsy girls are here;
    20 lines
  • There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade
    To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
    7 lines
  • Behind the door, beyond the light,
    Who is it waits there in the night?
    20 lines
  • The fountain murmuring of sleep,
    A drowsy tune;
    12 lines
  •   But to have lain upon the grass
      One perfect day, one perfect hour,
    18 lines
  • My life is like a music-hall,
    Where, in the impotence of rage,
    22 lines
  • Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums,
    Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting:
    20 lines
  • Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
    How soft is this one, how subtle this is,
    15 lines
  • I have laid sorrow to sleep;
    Love sleeps.
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
    If the moth die of me? I am the flame
    20 lines
  •   Peace waits among the hills;
      I have drunk peace,
    22 lines
  • The light of our cigarettes
    Went and came in the gloom:
    9 lines
  • Shake out your hair about me, so,
    That I may feel the stir and scent
    12 lines
  • Why is it I remember yet
    You, of all women one has met
    65 lines, 4 comments
  • They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
    Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
    18 lines
  • That day a fire was in my blood;
    I could have sung: joy wrapt me round;
    49 lines
  • The boats go out and the boats come in
    Under the wintry sky;
    12 lines
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