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Arthur Symons Short Poems

Famous Short Arthur Symons Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Arthur Symons. A collection of the all-time best Arthur Symons short poems


by Arthur Symons
 Miraculous silver-work in stone 
Against the blue miraculous skies, 
The belfry towers and turrets rise 
Out of the arches that enthrone 
That airy wonder of the skies.
Softly against the burning sun The great cathedral spreads its wings; High up, the lyric belfry sings.
Behold Ascension Day begun Under the shadow of those wings!



by Arthur Symons
 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.
Dragon-flies mailed in lapis and malachite Flash through the bending reeds and blaze on the pool; Sea-ward, where trees cluster, the shadow is cool; I hear a singing, where the sea is, out of sight; It is noontide, and the fishes leap in the pool.

by Arthur Symons
 The wind is rising on the sea, 
The windy white foam-dancers leap; 
And the sea moans uneasily, 
And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
Ridge after rocky ridge uplifts, Wild hands, and hammers at the land, Scatters in liquid dust, and drifts To death among the dusty sand.
On the horizon's nearing line, Where the sky rests, a visible wall, Grey in the offing, I divine, The sails that fly before the squall.

by Arthur Symons
 The fountain murmuring of sleep, 
A drowsy tune; 
The flickering green of leaves that keep 
The light of June; 
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon, 
The peace of June.
A waiting ghost, in the blue sky, The white curved moon; June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I Wait too, with June; Come, through the lingering afternoon, Soon, love, come soon.

by Arthur Symons
 I have laid sorrow to sleep; 
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep Now weeps.
I loved, and have forgot, And yet Love tells me she will not Forget.
She it was bid me go; Love goes By what strange ways, ah! no One knows.
Because I cease to weep, She weeps.
Here by the sea in sleep, Love sleeps.




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