Arthur Symons
(1865-1945)

POEM
The Opium Smoker
I am engulfed, and drown deliciously
Soft music like a perfume, and sweet light
Golden with audible odours exquisite
Swathe me with cerements for eternity
Time is no more, I pause and yet I flee
A million ages wrap me round with night.
I drain a million ages of delight
I hold the future in my memory.

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