Side by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London, In the miraculous April weather. Roaming together under the gaslight, Day’s… Read more “April Midnight”
Category: Arthur Symons
To a Grey Dress
There’s a flutter of grey through the trees: Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes Fleet with her feet on the path where the… Read more “To a Grey Dress”
Dreams
I To dream of love, and, waking, to remember you: As though, being dead, one dreamed of heaven, and woke in hell. At night my… Read more “Dreams”