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.
Possess thy heart, my own;
And sing to the child on thy knee,
Or read to thyself alone
The songs that I made for thee.
When Death
About the poet
Robert Bridges
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…
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A Passer-by
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,
Absence
AbsenceWhen my love was away,
Awake, my heart
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
From 'The Testament of Beauty
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sunsquandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood
I will not let thee go
I will not let thee go.Ends all our month-long love in this?
