C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Thou Didst Delight My Eyes
By Robert Bridges (1844–1930)
(Shorter Poems, Book III, No. 12.)
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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.
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.
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.