Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))

The Abandoned

The moonlight touched the sombre waters white.
Beneath the bridge 'twas darker. Was she cold?
She shivered. Her poor shawl was worn and old,
And she was desolate, and it was night.
The slow canal crept onward; to her sight
It seemed to beckon, and the lapping told
Of rest and quiet sleep: how sweet to fold
The hands from toil and close the eyes from light,
And so shut out all memory, and go
There where men sleep, and dreams, perhaps, are not.
O never any dreams, she murmured; so,
Longing for sleep, the sleep that comes with death,
She fell, she felt the water, and forgot
All, save the drowning agony of breath. 

Arthur William Symons’s other poems:

  1. Margery Of The Fens
  2. Serata Di Fiesta
  3. At Toledo
  4. Variations Upon Love
  5. To a Grey Dress

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