And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things. — Arthur Symons Colour Copy Share Image
Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams,… — Arthur Symons Art Copy Share Image
