Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Love in Autumn

It is already Autumn, and not in my heart only,
The leaves are on the ground,
Green leaves untimely browned,
The leaves bereft of Summer, my heart of Love left lonely.

Swift, in the masque of seasons, the moment of each mummer,
And even so fugitive
Love's hour, Love's hour to live:
Yet, leaves, ye have had your rapture, and thou, poor heart, thy Summer! 

1. Grey Hours: Naples
2. Pastel: Masks and Faces
3. The Andante of Snakes
4. At Glan-y-Wern
5. Haschisch

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