Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book I. 16. Triolet (When first we met we did not guess)

When first we met we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell this sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster
When first we met?—We did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 25. “Say Who Is This with Silvered Hair”
2. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
3. Shorter Poems. Book I. 12. “Who Has Not Walked upon the Shore”
4. Shorter Poems. Book II. 1. “Will Love Again Awake”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 6. April, 1885

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