Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book III. 8. “I Praise the Tender Flower”

  I praise the tender flower,
  That on a mournful day
  Bloomed in my garden bower
  And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.

  I praise the gentle maid
  Whose happy voice and smile
  To confidence betrayed
  My doleful heart awhile:
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.

  The maid for very fear
  Of love I durst not tell:
  The rose could never hear,
  Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.

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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