Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book III. 6. “Haste on, my joys! your treasure lies”

Haste on, my joys! your treasure lies
  In swift, unceasing flight.
O haste: for while your beauty flies
  I seize your full delight.
Lo! I have seen the scented flower,
  Whose tender stems I cull,
For her brief date and meted hour
  Appear more beautiful.

O youth, O strength, O most divine
  For that so short ye prove;
Were but your rare gifts longer mine,
  Ye scarce would win my love.
Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,
  Did once the days restore
The days, that once enjoyed return,
  Return—ah! nevermore.

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 I. 15. Rondeau
4. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”

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