Here you will find the Poem Pastel: Masks and Faces of poet Arthur Symons
The light of our cigarettes Went and came in the gloom: It was dark in the little room. Dark, and then, in the dark, Sudden, a flash, a glow, And a hand and a ring I know. And then, through the dark, a flush Ruddy and vague, the grace (A rose!) of her lyric face.
