Arthur Symons
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons, was a British poet, critic and magazine editor...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 February 1865
dream evening remember
I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering.
dream sleep night
God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
vision veils able
Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.
love crush song
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
eye cat magic
It is in their eyes that their magic resides.
night perfect-days perfect
Night, a more perfect day.
work certain
There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything.
love fate stores
To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?
moving doings
Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.
fall fire desire
The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
eye vision way
But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.