Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

Perfume

Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
Of those vague odours come and go
The way our kisses went.
Night gave this priceless hour of love,
But now the dawn steals in apace,
And amorously bends above
The wonder of your face.

'Farewell' between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair. 

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

Edmund Gosse (Эдмунд Госс) Perfume ("WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find?")

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