English Poetry. Robert Seymour Bridges. I Found To-day out Walking. Роберт Сеймур Бриджес.

Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

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I found to-day out walking
  The flower my love loves best.
What, when I stooped to pluck it,
  Could dare my hand arrest?

Was it a snake lay curling
  About the root’s thick crown?
Or did some hidden bramble
  Tear my hand reaching down?

There was no snake uncurling,
  And no thorn wounded me;
’Twas my heart checked me, sighing
  She is beyond the sea.

Robert Seymour Bridges’s other poems:

1. Poor Withered Rose and Dry
2. A Robin
3. January
4. The Palm Willow
5. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me

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