Arthur Symons Poetry

Arthur Symons Poems

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... more

Poet: Arthur Symons

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At Fontainebleau
IT was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a child's swift moods;
And I shall never spend again
So blithe a day among the woods.

Was it because the Gods were pleased
That they were awful... more

Poet: Arthur Symons

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