Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”

O Love, my muse, how was’t for me
Among the best to dare,
In thy high courts that bowed the knee
With sacrifice and prayer?

Their mighty offerings at thy shrine
Shamed me, who nothing bore:
Their suits were mockeries of mine,
I sued for so much more.

Full many I met that crowned with bay
In triumph home returned,
And many a master on the way
Proud of the prize I scorned.

I wished no garland on my head
Nor treasure in my hand;
My gift the longing that me led,
My prayer thy high command,

My love, my muse; and when I spake
Thou mad’st me thine that day,
And more than hundred hearts could take
Gav’st me to bear away.

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. 6. “Haste on, my joys! your treasure lies”
5. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”

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