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.

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My spirit sang all day

O my joy.

Nothing my tongue could say,

Only My joy!

My heart an echo caught—

O my joy—

And spake, Tell me thy thought,

Hide not thy joy.

My eyes gan peer around,—

O my joy—

What beauty hast thou found?

Shew us thy joy.

My jealous ears grew whist;—

O my joy—

Music from heaven is’t,

Sent for our joy?

She also came and heard;

O my joy,

What, said she, is this word?

What is thy joy?

And I replied, O see,

O my joy,

’Tis thee, I cried, ’tis thee:

Thou art my joy.