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The Desire Of The Heart



Heart, is there anything to desire?
Feet, is there anywhere to go?
A way for the feet, where the winds blow
The dust: from the heart, and a way for the heart
Where the kindness of love shall never tire,
Nor the feet be tired with the length of the way?
Shall the heart Stay and the feet stay,
And the voice of the wind crying: Depart?

O my heart, O my feet, rest, be at rest!
They are tired, they are tired of wandering.
O my heart, O my feet, is there anything
Worth the desire out of all that is?
Wandering ones, quiet is best
Cover the thoughts and the voices deep
And let me bind my feet with a sleep.
And blind my heart with a sleepy kiss!

Poems by Arthur Symons

The Dream



O, if the world I make
With these eyes be a dream
And Love, that is life, but seem
To choose a shade from a shade,
Then let me wake!
I have loved, not Love, but a pale,
Mortal woman, and made
The whole world for her sake;
Let the sight of mine eyes fail.
And the whole world fade:
I have dreamed: let me wake!

Poems by Arthur Symons

The Heart



Why are you land to me now,
You who were once so unkind?
I will tell you why you are kind to me now.

Now you have taken away
All that I had, you are land;
You have taken the dreams of my heart away,

I had nothing, only my dreams:
You have found them, hid in my heart;
You have taken nothing, only my dreams.

You are kind to me now I am poor,
I have nothing left in my heart,
You are kind to me only because I am poor.

Poems by Arthur Symons

The Heart Of Man



You say that you love me,
And why should we ever part?
Do you think to move me
With words that I know by heart?

Be strange and cruel.
Blow cold, you will fan desire:
For love's no fuel,
But love we know is the fire.

Feign but denial,
Forego, forget if you can;
And then make trial
Of what's in the heart of a man.

Poems by Arthur Symons

The Loom Of Dreams



I broider the world upon a loom,
I broider with dreams my tapestry;
Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

I broider my life into the frame,
I broider my love, thread upon thread;
The world goes by with its glory and shame,
Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
I sit and broider my dreams instead.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

Poems by Arthur Symons

The Old Women



They pass upon their old, tremulous feet,
Creeping with little satchels down the street,
And they remember, many years ago,
Passing that way in silks. They wander, slow
And solitary, through the city ways,
And they alone remember those old days
Men have forgotten. In their shaking heads
A dancer of old carnivals yet treads
The measure of past waltzes, and they see
The candles lit again, the patchouli
Sweeten the air, and the warm cloud of musk
Enchant the passing of the passionate dusk.
Then you will see a light begin to creep
Under the earthen eyelids, dimmed with sleep,
And a new tremor, happy and uncouth,
Jerking about the corners of the mouth.
Then the old head drops down again, and shakes,
Muttering....

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Poems by Arthur Symons

The Sick Heart



Sick heart, be at rest!
Is there nothing that I can do
To quiet your crying in my breast?
Will nothing comfort you?

“I am sick of a malady
There is but one thing can assuage:
Cure me of youth, and, see,
I will be wise in age!”

Poems by Arthur Symons

To A Woman Seen In Sleep



Once seen, immortal, seen but; in a dream,
Unveiling that: white swiftness to the feet,
With pride of maiden shame,
I have beheld the youth of Beauty gleam,
August, and passionately sweet,
And shining as clear flame.

There is a wonder in all beauty's youth,
And I have sought but youth in beauty; now
I know, with altered soul,
I have but loved some hand, some cheek, some mouth,
And circumscribed with some white brow
The uncapturable whole.

This is the face that makes the old world young,
For this the world has withered in a kiss...

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Poems by Arthur Symons

To The Merchants Of Bought Dreams



I buy no more from merchants of bought dreams,
For I have greater memories than these bring
Back from their cloudy-footed wandering
In the unpopulous air; this magic seems
Indeed a key unlocking crystal doors
That whiten on the unopening mountain-side,
But I can set the gates of treasure wide.
Beyond the last land where the last sea roars,
I have a kingdom under my command
More than the kingdom of these fantasies;
The shadow of the world darkens my eyes,
And I see clear in the shadow; on my hand
I wear the little ring which, waked to fire,
Calls up the lower powers made serviceable:
And earth and time and space and heaven and hell
Blossom to be the flower of my desire....

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Poems by Arthur Symons

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