Robert Seymour Bridges, OM, (23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930) was an English poet, and poet laureate from 1913 to 1930.
Bridges was born in Walmer, Kent, and educated at Eton College and Corpus Christi College, Oxford. He went on to study medicine in London at St Bartholomew's Hospital, and intended to practice until the age of forty and then retire to write poetry. He was afterwards assistant physician at the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children and physician at the Great Northern Hospital. Lung disease forced him to retire in 1882, and from that point on he devoted himself to writing and literary research.
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Robert Bridges Poems
BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there,
THE day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun.
My Delight and Thy Delight
MY delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night:
WHITHER, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
ANGEL spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep,
WHEN my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray Thinking if she were dead,
On a Dead Child
PERFECT little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold and stark and bare, The bloom and the charm of life doth awhile remain on thee.
SENSE with keenest edge unused, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruised On the ways of dark desire;
When Death to Either shall come
WHEN Death to either shall come,-- I pray it be first to me,-- Be happy as ever at home, If so, as I wish, it be.
When First We Met, We Did Not Guess
When first we met, we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess
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BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come,
And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom
Ye learn your song:
Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there,
Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air
Bloom the year long!
Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams:
Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams,
A throe of the heart,
Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, ...