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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
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[My spirit sang all day]
My spirit sang all day
O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,
Only My joy!
O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,
Only My joy!
My heart an echo caught—
O my joy—
And spake, Tell me thy thought,
Hide not thy joy.
O my joy—
And spake, Tell me thy thought,
Hide not thy joy.
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My eyes gan peer around,—
O my joy—
What beauty hast thou found?
Shew us thy joy.
O my joy—
What beauty hast thou found?
Shew us thy joy.
My jealous ears grew whist;—
O my joy—
Music from heaven is't,
Sent for our joy?
O my joy—
Music from heaven is't,
Sent for our joy?
She also came and heard;
O my joy,
What, said she, is this word?
What is thy joy?
O my joy,
What, said she, is this word?
What is thy joy?
And I replied, O see,
O my joy,
'Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:
Thou art my joy.
O my joy,
'Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:
Thou art my joy.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||