Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”

Since thou, O fondest and truest,
Hast loved me best and longest,
And now with trust the strongest
The joy of my heart renewest;

Since thou art dearer and dearer
While other hearts grow colder,
And ever, as love is older,
More lovingly drawest nearer:

Since now I see in the measure
Of all my giving and taking,
Thou wert my hand in the making,
The sense and soul of my pleasure;

The good I have ne’er repaid thee
In heaven I pray be recorded,
And all thy love rewarded
By God, thy master that made thee.

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 IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”
4. Shorter Poems. Book V. 15. “The north wind came up yesternight”
5. Shorter Poems. Book V. 19. “Weep not to-day: why should this sadness be?”

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