Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”

  Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow
  Pierces the veil of timeless night:
  Molten spheres, whose tempests narrow
  Their floods to a beam of gentle light,
To charm with a moon-ray quenched from fire
The land of delight, the land of desire!

  Smile of love, a flower planted,
  Sprung in the garden of joy that art:
  Eyes that shine with a glow enchanted,
  Whose spreading fires encircle my heart,
And warm with a noon-ray drenched in fire
My land of delight, my land of desire!

1. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 13. The Windmill
2. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 4. “The Clouds Have Left the Sky”
3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 23. “The storm is over, the land hushes to rest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”

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