At the Three Fountains

By Arthur Symons 1865–1945 Arthur Symons
Here, where God lives among the trees,
   Where birds and monks the whole day sing
His praises in a pleasant ease,

O heart, might we not find a home
   Here, after all our wandering?
These gates are closed, even on Rome.

Souls of the twilight wander here ;
   Here, in the garden of that death
Which was for love's sake, need we fear

How sharp with bitter joy might be
   Love's lingering, last, longed-for breath,
Shut in upon eternity?

Source: Poetry (May 1917).

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 Arthur  Symons

Biography

British poet, critic, and translator Arthur Symons was born in Wales and educated by private tutors. At 16, Symons moved to London, where he joined a vibrant literary community and participated, alongside poets like William Butler Yeats, in the notorious Rhymers’ Club, a group of poets and writers responsible for witty repartee anthologies such as The Book of the Rhymers’ Club (1892), in which Symons’s poems appeared.

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SUBJECT Living, Death, Time & Brevity, Religion, Faith & Doubt, God & the Divine, Christianity

POET’S REGION England

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Symbolist

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