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 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
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BUCH DER LIEDER
Be these the selfsame verses
That once when I was young
Charm'd me with dancing magic
To love their foreign tongue,
That once when I was young
Charm'd me with dancing magic
To love their foreign tongue,
Delicate buds of passion,
Gems of a master's art,
That broke forth rivalling Nature
In love-songs of the heart;
Gems of a master's art,
That broke forth rivalling Nature
In love-songs of the heart;
Like fresh leaves of the woodland
Whose trembling screens would house
The wanton birdies courting
Upon the springing boughs?
Whose trembling screens would house
The wanton birdies courting
Upon the springing boughs?
Alas, how now they are wither'd!
And fallen from the skies
In yellowy tawny crumple
Their tender wreckage lies,
And fallen from the skies
In yellowy tawny crumple
Their tender wreckage lies,
And all their ravisht beauty
Strewn 'neath my feet to-day
Rustles as I go striding
Upon my wintry way.
Strewn 'neath my feet to-day
Rustles as I go striding
Upon my wintry way.
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |