“And I would have, now love is over,An end to all, an end:I cannot, having been your lover,Stoop to become your friend!”Arthur Symons After Love, st. 3 (1892).
“I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things.”Arthur Symons Amends to Nature, st. 1.
“I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.”Arthur Symons Love and Sleep, st. 1.