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  POEMS

  BY
  ROBERT BRIDGES

  PRINTED AT THE PRIVATE PRESS OF
  H. DANIEL
  FELLOW OF WORCESTER COLLEGE
  OXFORD
  1884




_THE Author of these poems is too well aware of their demerits to allow
them to be republished thus without some apology. But it happens that
the Printer, at whose request this selection is made, is willing to
take so fair a share of the blame as to make any further explanation
unnecessary._




  _One Hundred and fifty copies printed._
  _This is No. ——_




CONTENTS


  FROM FIRST SERIES PUBLISHED 1873

  1 _Clear and gentle stream_                       page 1

  2 _Dear lady when thou frownest_                       4

  3 _Poor withered rose and dry_                         5

  4 _I found to-day out walking_                         7


  FROM SECOND SERIES PUBLISHED 1879

  5 _Will Love again awake_                              8

  6 _Whither, O splendid ship_                          10

  7 _I saw the Virgin-mother clad in green_             12

  8 _I know not how I came_                             14

  9 _There is a hill_                                   17

  10 _Again with pleasant green_                        21

  11 _Behold! the radiant Spring_                       25

  12 _I have loved flowers that fade_                   29

  13 _Wherefore to-night so full of care_               30


  FROM THIRD SERIES PUBLISHED 1880

  14 _Thou didst delight my eyes_                       32

  15 _When men were all asleep_                         33

  16 _I stand on the cliff_                             35

  17 _Perfect little body_                              37


  FOURTH SERIES, 1882. NOT PUBLISHED BEFORE

  18 _Joy, sweetest lifeborn joy_                       39

  19 _O my vague desires_ (_from_ PROMETHEUS)           42

  20 _The full moon from her cloudless skies_           43

  21 _I praise the tender flower_                       44

  22 _Awake my heart to be loved_                       45

  23 _Who that hath ever shot a shaft_                  46

  24 _O youth whose hope is high_                       52




ELEGY


      Clear and gentle stream,
      Known and loved so long,
      That hast heard the song
      And the idle dream
      Of my boyish day;
      While I once