I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I too will something make
And joy in the making!
Altho' tomorrow it seem'
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered, on waking.
Robert Seymour Bridges OM (23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930) was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life. His poems reflect a deep Christian faith, and he is the author of many well-known hym…
View profile & all 27 Poems / StoriesWhither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,
AbsenceWhen my love was away,
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sunsquandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood
I will not let thee go.Ends all our month-long love in this?
