Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 2

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A compact collection of short lyrical poems that meditate on memory, seasonal change, love, and the natural world. Many pieces adopt an elegiac or contemplative tone, turning riverbanks, cliffs, gardens, and the sea into prompts for reflection on loss, longing, and the persistence of feeling. The verse mixes concise narrative moments, personified elements, and formal lyrical rhythms, producing musical and measured language. Poems are presented in grouped sections alongside newly gathered pieces and editorial notes, yielding a varied sequence of brief, reflective lyrics and conversational vignettes.

10

My bed and pillow are cold,

My heart is faint with dread,

The air hath an odour of mould,

I dream I lie with the dead:

I cannot move,

O come to me, love,

Or else I am dead.

The feet I hear on the floor

Tread heavily overhead:

O Love, come down to the door,

Come, Love, come, ere I be dead:

Make shine thy light,

O Love, in the night;

Or else I am dead.