Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.


The collected works of Arthur Symons (ed. 1924)


Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.