Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book III. 11. “O Thou Unfaithful, Still As Ever Dearest”

    O thou unfaithful, still as ever dearest,
    That in thy beauty to my eyes appearest,
    In fancy rising now to re-awaken
                My love unshaken;

    All thou’st forgotten, but no change can free thee,
    No hate unmake thee; as thou wert I see thee,
    And am contented, eye from fond eye meeting
                Its ample greeting.

    O thou my star of stars, among things wholly
    Devoted, sacred, dim and melancholy,
    The only joy of all the joys I cherished
                That hast not perished,

    Why now on others squand’rest thou the treasure,
    That to be jealous of is still my pleasure:
    As still I dream ’tis me whom thou invitest,
                Me thou delightest?

    But day by day my joy hath feebler being,
    The fading picture tires my painful seeing,
    And faery fancy leaves her habitation
                To desolation.

    Of two things open left for lovers parted
    ’Twas thine to scorn the past and go lighthearted:
    But I would ever dream I still possess it,
                And thus caress it.

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 25. “Say Who Is This with Silvered Hair”
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 12. “Who Has Not Walked upon the Shore”
3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
4. Shorter Poems. Book II. 4. Wooing
5. Shorter Poems. Book II. 5. “There Is a Hill Beside the Silver Thames”

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