Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book I. 8. “I Found To-day out Walking”

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 root’s 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.

1. Shorter Poems. Book III. 16. Song (I love my lady’s eyes)
2. Shorter Poems. Book III. 12. “Thou didst delight my eyes”
3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 19. Anniversary
5. Shorter Poems. Book I. 15. Rondeau

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