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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.
Arthur Symons
Creep
Like the downy wing of sleep.Eyes,
Pale as the skies.Your voice was gay
As the voice of a bird in the dawn of a day
On a sunshiny tree.Pain gnaws at my heart like a rat that gnaws at a bean
In the dusty dark of a ghost-frequented house.Grave
As the unwilling herald of the king.Immortal as the sun.Infinite as the soul.Lonely as in a garden-close
Slumbers the solitary rose.A red mouth like a wound.Murmurous as the August bees
That fill the forest deep
Around the roots of trees.Old as the earth is old.Skies as pale, as moonlight in a shadowy sea.Proud as a child who will what he would.Scatters as leaves blown down the wind.Sighs
As a voiceless crying of old love
That died and never spoke.Simple as breath.Soft
As thoughts of beauty sleeping.Sweet as the voice of a mountain brook.Sweet as the blushing planet of the dawn.Swift as eternity.Tenderly as a bee that sips,
Your kisses settle on my lips.An old thought turns with the old tune in my head
As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky.Uncertain as a child’s swift moods.Bernhardt’s … voice is like a thing detachable from herself, a thing which she takes in her hands like a musical instrument, playing on the stops cunningly with her fingers.Whimpers like a cur.
