Produced by Larry B. Harrison and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) 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 again Down thy margin stray, In the selfsame strain Still my voice is spent, With my old lament, And my idle dream, Clear and gentle stream! Where my old seat was Here again I sit, Where the long boughs knit Over stream and graís Thick translucent eaves: Where back eddies play Shipwreck with the leaves, And the proud swans stray, Sailing one by one Out of stream and sun, And the fish lie cool In their chosen pool.