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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.

Arthur Symons1865–1945

In the Wood of Finvara

I HAVE grown tired of sorrow and human tears;

Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,

A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.

I have grown tired of rapture and love’s desire;

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire

Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood;

Here between sea and sea, in the fairy wood,

I have found a delicate, wave-green solitude.

Here, in the fairy wood, between sea and sea,

I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree,

And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.