Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book V. 19. “Weep not to-day: why should this sadness be?”

Weep not to-day: why should this sadness be?
  Learn in present fears
  To o’ermaster those tears
  That unhindered conquer thee.

Think on thy past valour, thy future praise:
  Up, sad heart, nor faint
  In ungracious complaint,
  Or a prayer for better days.

Daily thy life shortens, the grave’s dark peace
  Draweth surely nigh,
  When good-night is good-bye;
  For the sleeping shall not cease.

Fight, to be found fighting: nor far away
  Deem, nor strange thy doom.
  Like this sorrow ’twill come,
  And the day will be to-day.

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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