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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Thou Didst Delight My Eyes

By Robert Bridges (1844–1930)

(Shorter Poems, Book III, No. 12.)

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 poured her midnight noon

Upon his wrecking sea;—

A sail, that for a day

Has cheered the castaway.