 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
‘Lead me to bed, heav'n-born, as soon as may be, let us both
In kind slumber awhile forgetfully drowse our senses:
For never hath sweet sleep seal'd mine eyelids for a moment
Since the sad hour when aneath thy hand mine unhappy son fell:
But ever o'erbrooding the deluge of my sorrow I lay
'Mong the cattle grovelling disgraced i' the mire o' the courtyard.
But now bread have I eaten again, & pour'd the mellow wine
Down my throat: but afore until now nought had I eaten.’
In kind slumber awhile forgetfully drowse our senses:
For never hath sweet sleep seal'd mine eyelids for a moment
Since the sad hour when aneath thy hand mine unhappy son fell:
But ever o'erbrooding the deluge of my sorrow I lay
'Mong the cattle grovelling disgraced i' the mire o' the courtyard.
But now bread have I eaten again, & pour'd the mellow wine
Down my throat: but afore until now nought had I eaten.’
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |