 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
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[I found to-day out walking]
I found to-day out walking
The flower my love loves best.
What, when I stooped to pluck it,
Could dare my hand arrest?
The flower my love loves best.
What, when I stooped to pluck it,
Could dare my hand arrest?
Was it a snake lay curling
About the root's thick crown?
Or did some hidden bramble
Tear my hand reaching down?
About the root's thick crown?
Or did some hidden bramble
Tear my hand reaching down?
There was no snake uncurling,
And no thorn wounded me;
'Twas my heart checked me, sighing
She is beyond the sea.
And no thorn wounded me;
'Twas my heart checked me, sighing
She is beyond the sea.
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