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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.)

    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        5
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;        10
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        15
Upon his wrecking sea;—
A sail, that for a day
Has cheered the castaway.
 
 
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