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Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

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I found to-day out walking
  The flower my love loves best.
What, when I stooped to pluck it,
  Could dare my hand arrest?

Was it a snake lay curling
  About the roots thick crown?
Or did some hidden bramble
  Tear my hand reaching down?

There was no snake uncurling,
  And no thorn wounded me;
Twas my heart checked me, sighing
  She is beyond the sea.

Robert Seymour Bridges

Robert Seymour Bridges's other poems:
  1. The Palm Willow
  2. January
  3. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me
  4. A Robin
  5. Poor Withered Rose and Dry

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