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Thou didst delight my eyes (1921)

Thou didst delight my eyes

Robert Bridges

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.

Thou didst delight my eyes

Robert Bridges

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 were 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.

Composer

Ivor Gurney

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Poet

Robert Bridges

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Poet

Robert Bridges

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