Arthur Symons

I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land,
The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing Between the green hill and the sand
I heard the sighing of the reeds Day after day, night after night;
I heard the whirring w...

When your eyes opened to mine eyes,
Without desire, without surprise,
I knew your soul awoke to sec All, dreams foretold, but could not be,
Yet loving love, not loving me

Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
Come to me out of the past, and I see her there As I saw her once for a while
Emmy's laughter rings in my ears, as bright,

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;

The gipsy tents are on the down,
The gipsy girls are here;
And it's O to be off and away from the town With a gipsy for my dear
We'd make our bed in the bracken With the lark for a chambermaid;

Behind the door, beyond the light,
Who is it waits there in the night
When he has entered he will stand,
Imposing with his silent

Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and
Of those vague odours come and
The way our kisses went