A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.
Arthur SymonsSweet, 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.
Arthur SymonsI had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
Arthur SymonsAs perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Arthur Symons