Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

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The pinks along my garden walks
Have all shot forth their summer stalks,
Thronging their buds 'mong tulips hot,
  And blue forget-me-not.

Their dazzling snows forth-bursting soon
Will lade the idle breath of June:
And waken thro' the fragrant night
  To steal the pale moonlight.

The nightingale at end of May
Lingers each year for their display;
Till when he sees their blossoms blown,
  He knows the spring is flown.

June's birth they greet, and when their bloom
Dislustres, withering on his tomb,
Then summer hath a shortening day;
  And steps slow to decay.

1. Shorter Poems. Book I. 2. Elegy (The wood is bare)
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 4. (The cliff-top has a carpet)
3. The Palm Willow
4. January
5. A Robin

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