Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 2. “My spirit sang all day”

My spirit sang all day
  O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,
  Only My joy!

My heart an echo caught—
  O my joy—
And spake, Tell me thy thought,
  Hide not thy joy.

My eyes gan peer around,—
  O my joy—
What beauty hast thou found?
  Shew us thy joy.

My jealous ears grew whist;—
  O my joy—
Music from heaven is’t,
  Sent for our joy?

She also came and heard;
  O my joy,
What, said she, is this word?
  What is thy joy?

And I replied, O see,
  O my joy,
’Tis thee, I cried, ’tis thee:
  Thou art my joy.

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 I. 15. Rondeau
5. Shorter Poems. Book III. 6. “Haste on, my joys! your treasure lies”

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