Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
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[The idle life I lead]
The idle life I lead
Is like a pleasant sleep,
Wherein I rest and heed
The dreams that by me sweep
Is like a pleasant sleep,
Wherein I rest and heed
The dreams that by me sweep
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And still of all my dreams
In turn so swiftly past,
Each in its fancy seems
A nobler than the last.
In turn so swiftly past,
Each in its fancy seems
A nobler than the last.
And every eve I say,
Noting my step in bliss,
That I have known no day
In all my life like this.
Noting my step in bliss,
That I have known no day
In all my life like this.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||