Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book III. 9. “A winter’s night with the snow about”

A winter’s night with the snow about:
’Twas silent within and cold without:
Both father and mother to bed were gone:
The son sat yet by the fire alone.

He gazed on the fire, and dreamed again
Of one that was now no more among men:
As still he sat and never aware
How close was the spirit beside his chair.

Nay, sad were his thoughts, for he wept and said
Ah, woe for the dead! ah, woe for the dead!
How heavy the earth lies now on her breast,
The lips that I kissed, and the hand I pressed.

The spirit he saw not, he could not hear
The comforting word she spake in his ear:
His heart in the grave with her mouldering clay
No welcome gave—and she fled away.

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 21. “The Birds That Sing on Autumn Eves”
2. Shorter Poems. Book II. 8. Spring. Ode I
3. Shorter Poems. Book III. 1. “O My Vague Desires!”
4. Shorter Poems. Book V. 13. “A Song of My Heart, as the Sun Peered o’er the Sea”
5. Shorter Poems. Book II. 12. Morning Hymn

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