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They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep
A treachery of silence; infinite.

— Arthur Symons

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My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

Opals (1896)

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

The Symbolist Movement in Literature (1899)

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

The Symbolist Movement in Literature (1899)

Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

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