WHEN Death to either shall come,—
I pray it be first to me,—
Be happy as ever at home,
If so, as I wish, it be.
Possess thy heart, my own;
And sing to the child on thy knee,
Or read to thyself alone
The songs that I made for thee.
| About the poet |
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| By the same poet |
| My Delight and Thy Delight |
| Spirits |
| Nightingales |
| A Passer-by |
| Absence |
| On a Dead Child |
| Pater Filio |
| Winter Nightfall |
| Related books |
| Robert Bridges at amazon.co.uk |
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