Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Hesterna Rosa

When a girl's fancy flutters to a man,
It is but as a bird that flies and cries;
She has a winged thing's April memories
Of sunshine, and the morning Spring began.

Love at her heart, importuning a tryst,
Finds in her senses little heed of it;
But her bright lips most girlishly admit
The simple homeliness of being kissed.

Kiss and be friends, or, when the kissing closes,
Part, as we were together, merely friends;
Why should we weep because the summer ends,
And some sweet moments ended with the roses? 

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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