A pensive photograph
Watches me from the shelf:
Ghost of old love, and half
Ghost of myself!
How the dear waiting eyes
Watch me and love me yet:
Sad home of memories,
Her waiting eyes!
Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,
Return, though all the pain
Of all once loved, long lost,
Come back again.
Forget not, but forgive!
Alas, too late I cry.
We are two ghosts that had their chance to live,
And lost it, she and I.
I am busy working to bring Arthur Symons's "To a Portrait" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Arthur Symons's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "To a Portrait" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.