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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Robert Seymour Bridges 1844–1930

Thou Didst Delight My Eyes


THOU didst delight my eyes:

Yet who am I? nor first

Nor last nor best, that durst

Once dream of thee for prize;

Nor this the only time

Thou shalt set love to rhyme.

Thou didst delight my ear:

Ah! little praise; thy voice

Makes other hearts rejoice

Makes all ears glad that hear;

And short my joy: but yet,

O song, do not forget.

For what wert thou to me?

How shall I say? The moon,

That pour’d her midnight noon

Upon his wrecking sea;—

A sail, that for a day

Has cheer’d the castaway.