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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
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[My spirit kisseth thine]
My spirit kisseth thine,
My spirit embraceth thee:
I feel thy being twine
Her graces over me,
My spirit embraceth thee:
I feel thy being twine
Her graces over me,
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In the life-kindling fold
Of God's breath; where on high,
In furthest space untold
Like a lost world I lie:
Of God's breath; where on high,
In furthest space untold
Like a lost world I lie:
And o'er my dreaming plains
Lightens, most pale and fair,
A moon that never wanes;
Or more, if I compare,
Lightens, most pale and fair,
A moon that never wanes;
Or more, if I compare,
Like what the shepherd sees
On late mid-winter dawns,
When thro' the branched trees,
O'er the white-frosted lawns,
On late mid-winter dawns,
When thro' the branched trees,
O'er the white-frosted lawns,
The huge unclouded sun,
Surprising the world whist,
Is all uprisen thereon,
Golden with melting mist.
Surprising the world whist,
Is all uprisen thereon,
Golden with melting mist.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||