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 |
Robert Bridges |
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 |