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Arthur Symons - Tragic Dawn
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There surged before me the dawn`s translucent fires, 
For she I loved had left me and I was alone. 
In the depths of the midnight I had seen the Unknown. 
Astarte was there, the unhated goddess of desires. 
And I had seen a spider caught in seven wires 
And a gigantic fly no wind had ever blown, 
But never to me was the heart of the midnight shown. 
The Spirit is never tired but the Soul in me tires. 

And in the midst of the flames I was suddenly aware 
Of a flame-bird that fluttered on feverish wings 
And the night was no longer there nor the night of her hair. 
And I was more lonely than God in the heart of things. 
When shall the last dawn come with cloudy chariotings? 
I shall awake perhaps after that and not find you there.
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