BLACK CAT POEMS
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On an Air of Rameau
of ancient things
Floats like a faded perfume out of the wires;
Pallid lovers, what unforgotten desires,
Whispered once, are retold in your whisperings?
Roses, roses, and lilies with hearts of gold,
These you plucked for her, these she wore in her breast;
Only Rameau's music remembers the rest,
The death of roses over a heart grown cold.
But these sighs? Can
then sigh from the tomb?
Life then wept for you, sighed for you, chilled your breath?
It is the melancholy of ancient
The harpsichord dreams of, sighing in the room.
poems by Arthur Symons