And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
Robert Seymour Bridges
I will not let thee go. I hold thee by too many bands: Thou sayest farewell, and lo! I have thee by the hands, And will not let thee go.
Robert Seymour Bridges
As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.
Robert Seymour Bridges
The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts oer the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.
Robert Seymour Bridges
On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again.
Robert Seymour Bridges
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.
Robert Seymour Bridges
I know that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds.
Robert Seymour Bridges
Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man.
Robert Seymour Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight, A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour My song be like a flower!
Robert Seymour Bridges
The evening darkens over After a day so bright, The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night.
Robert Seymour Bridges
The storm is over, the land hushes to rest: The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone, Is fallen back in the west.
Robert Seymour Bridges
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!
Robert Seymour Bridges
For beauty being the best of all we know Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims Of nature.
Robert Seymour Bridges
The name of happiness is but a wider term for the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life, attendant on all function, and not to be deny'd to th' soul, unless forsooth in our thought of nature spiritual is by definition unnatural.
Robert Seymour Bridges