 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
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POVRE AME AMOUREUSE
When to my lone soft bed at eve returning
Sweet desir'd sleep already stealeth o'er me,
My spirit flieth to the fairy-land of her tyrannous love.
Sweet desir'd sleep already stealeth o'er me,
My spirit flieth to the fairy-land of her tyrannous love.
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Him then I think fondly to kiss, to hold him
Frankly then to my bosom; I that all day
Have looked for him suffering, repining, yea many long days.
Frankly then to my bosom; I that all day
Have looked for him suffering, repining, yea many long days.
O blessèd sleep, with flatteries beguile me;
So, if I ne'er may of a surety have him,
Grant to my poor soul amorous the dark gift of this illusion.
So, if I ne'er may of a surety have him,
Grant to my poor soul amorous the dark gift of this illusion.
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