 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
To my love I whisper, and say
Knowest thou why I love thee?—Nay:
Nay, she saith; O tell me again.—
Knowest thou why I love thee?—Nay:
Nay, she saith; O tell me again.—
When in her ear the secret I tell,
She smileth with joy incredible—
She smileth with joy incredible—
Ha! she is vain—O nay—
Then tell us!—Nay, O nay.
Then tell us!—Nay, O nay.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |