Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 3, 2008


by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 – 1930).




When my love was away,

Full three days were not sped,

I caught my fancy astray

Thinking if she were dead,


And I alone, alone:                                                5

It seem’d in my misery

In all the world was none

Ever so lone as I.


I wept; but it did not shame

Nor comfort my heart: away                           10

I rode as I might, and came

To my love at close of day.


The sight of her still’d my fears,

My fairest-hearted love:

And yet in her eyes were tears:                       15

Which when I question’d of,


‘O now thou art come,’ she cried,

”Tis fled: but I thought to-day

I never could here abide,

If thou wert longer away.’                               20








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