Pastel

Arthur Symons

Arthur Symons portrait

1865 to 1945

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The light of our cigarettes
     Went and came in the gloom:
     It was dark in the little room.

Dark, and then, in the dark,
     Sudden, a flash, a glow,
     And a hand and a ring I know.

And then, through the dark, a flush
     Ruddy and vague, the grace—
     A rose—of her lyric face.

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