Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book III. 12. “Thou didst delight my eyes”

Thou didst delight my eyes:
Yet who am I? nor first
Nor last nor best, that durst
Once dream of thee for prize;
Nor this the only time
Thou shalt set love to rhyme.

  Thou didst delight my ear:
Ah! little praise; thy voice
Makes other hearts rejoice,
Makes all ears glad that hear;
And short my joy: but yet,
O song, do not forget.

  For what wert thou to me?
How shall I say? The moon,
That poured her midnight noon
Upon his wrecking sea;—
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.

1. Shorter Poems. Book III. 16. Song (I love my lady’s eyes)
2. Shorter Poems. Book III. 9. “A winter’s night with the snow about”
3. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”
5. Shorter Poems. Book V. 15. “The north wind came up yesternight”

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