Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book II. 13. “I Have Loved Flowers That Fade”

I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,—
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour:—
My song be like a flower!

I have loved airs, that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit’s desire,
Then die, and are nowhere:—
My song be like an air!

Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom:
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
’Twas thine love’s tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.

1. Shorter Poems. Book II. 4. Wooing
2. Shorter Poems. Book I. 17. Triolet (All women born are so perverse)
3. Shorter Poems. Book II. 8. Spring. Ode I
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 25. “Say Who Is This with Silvered Hair”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 6. April, 1885

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